You have no idea of where I came from
You told me that you have no idea where I'm going
I shall carry the cross while you cannot carry me
So much depended on that one pivotal moment
You shall never know the altars that were subterranean
My prayers never answered and my wishes washed away
Yes, My balaika shall rest the harping of its strings
I shall fold myself and these thoughts
I admit the waters around me grown warm and aged
I am here cold and old
Like a boiled egg which is an alliance
I broke the pact to get into it
A new me, A new energy
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