В жизни у всех
                                                                                                              Что-то случалось.
                                                                                                                Белые полосы
                                                                                                            Черной сменялись.
                                                                                                                   Ты бросал.
                                                                                                                 Тебя бросали.
                                                                                                                Ты бил больно.
                                                                                                              И тебя избивали.
                                                                                                              Ты смотрел вверх
                                                                                                            Запинался и падал.
                                                                                                             У всех так бывало.
                                                                                                               Так значит надо.
                                                                                                              Менялись друзья,
                                                                                                             Терялись подруги.
                                                                                                                 Деньги летели,
                                                                                                         И возвращались по кругу.
                                                                                                               Рождались идеи.
                                                                                                       Большинство разбивалось.
                                                                                                                Когды ты дышал,
                                                                                                                Мы задыхались.
                                                                                               Ты плакал при виде котенка слепого.
                                                                                                                Хрустя головами
                                                                                                                 Народа живого.
                                                                                                            Посвещались стихи,
                                                                                                             Рвались конверты.
                                                                                                                Дарились цветы.
                                                                                                                  Вяли букеты.
                                                                                                            Проблемы решались.
                                                                                                                Ставились цели.
                                                                                                                 Руки ломались.
                                                                                                            Но все же ты верил.
                                                                                                              СЧАСТЬЕ ЕСТЬ!!
                                                                                                                             ***
                                                                                                                             ;D
                                                                                           Сегодня в школе че то запала на эту песню...
                                                                                                        Может не в тему, конечно...
                                                                                                  К нам правда СЛОТ приезжает?!
                                                                                                                             ***
                                                                                                                 Жалко мамика...
                                                                                                                        Очень =(
                                                                                                                  Сидит плачет...
                                                                                                                Я аж не могу =((
                                                                                                     Не могу видеть как она плачет...
                                                                                                      Охота убежать далеко-далеко!
                                                                                                А все из-за этой долбаной операции...
                                                                                                                             =(