He was a friend of mine

There is no hope
Because everything was sold.
There is no man to give you last advice.
And even if you are looking through the horizon –
There is no reflection in his brown eyes.

His skin is old, his mind is insane.
He got this taste of life only through a pain.
He do not trust in these newcomers.
There is nothing from the pain in his old bones.

He wrote a letter, but nobody will read it.
It will be lost somewhere in sands of time.
I know you may don’t believe it –
He was a human, he was a friend of mine.

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