Burnt Bridges

Burnt Bridges

Every war has its veterans
Even wars in your mind and heart
It's time to leave this world behind
Recollections drowned by massive tides
The murderer washed his hands
So as the heroe
Is not what you see
Is what it is

And what is it?

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We are always caught by this uncertain weather, so to speak...

What Rides Through Silver Skies

What Rides Through Silver Skies

Here is where we are.
Ahead, the past. Quiet lights.
Let go your dreams and days.
Break out through songs and nights.
Silent waters wash our minds.
Leave now.

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The only difference between dream and reality is continuity. Another night, another dream. Another day, same life. And if the dreams start being like a continuous journey, you'll have two lives to live at once, and that is more than you could handle.