That’s how it will be.

Anastasia Murzin

January 7, 2004

Is there a light?

Or is there only snow?

Why did I give up the fight?

Or will your love just never grow?

Why me? What have I done?

I only wanted to shield  from the sun.

It was too bright, so I closed my eyes.

So I became blind, and you won’t be now by my side.

Forget my love,

I will never see you,

I am a bird of love

And you have got no clue.

I am a swan, a dove,

A swallow of the morning dew.

Why? Am I not enough?

Away from you I flew.

You will never see me,

And that’s how it will be.