Grown Men

All alone children sitting by the fire
Their fragile dreams are slipping from their hands
And turn to ashes
Look at yourself,there is someone else
The fire is off
The ashes are blown away
A wicked feeling,remembrance is hard
Frozen tears are cutting your eyes
Inside a whirl fragments of their memories
Familiar tunes and deconstructed melodies
Disintegratе into fire

They are Grown Mеn now
The chains are tied around their neck