dance of days
celebrate isolation
We used to pray for daggers. We used to let them shy in our eyes. I've been bleeding threw these fingers waiting for things I knew but I was so sad and frightened not to alarm. Am I guilt for it... Yes, silence is crime. And there's a crying truth beneath these sincere stands. How to think or figure when nothing remains for us both? We can't fire the siren so we'll let the blank fields light our celebration and rescue the dedication our lightened souls let fade out in our hearts. Would you help spread it? Keep safe my route (just tell me stories about eternal pain). We'll loose hands as I leave. Yeah, it's my pleasure darling, but now how will it remain for our lives? Why must we think so much when we both know that we always end up staring into the blank sight of our bedrooms? Celebrate Isolation... celebrate as your ghosts silent rise!!! So wait till the sun bring light to your life and see the glorious days were made of foolish gold. Hold your truth and never watch... memories will soon become another rainy day for the meaning of our past.  fernanda paparelli