Lostchicky

This life we lead is broken glass Strewn upon the road that we must tread The signposts that we pass Form our only common thread There is pain inside my weary feet Because the glass is buried deep the smell of my sweat is sickly sweet And from my soul, this blood does seep Dripping on the pavement, The path which I must walk As I wonder what my life's meant It seems the stones themselves could talk "We bear the burden of your footfalls Through the dark and dusty years We have heard your soul's anguished calls As it faced into the darkest of you fears Yet we mind it not, simply the path are we The line upon which all our live

In darkest shadows We walk along the floor Silent as the dead Swift as the coming of the night, Dancing behind the curtain. And we Live We find ourselves Not in roles or scripts Not in music or melody But in each-other, Dancing behind the curtain. In the sense of Us, No I involved, Do we find our individuality. In this contradiction we find meaning We find truth in this charade And bring clarity to the shadows Dancing behind the curtain. We are unseen Unheard, Everpresent Love incarnate, Dancing behind the curtain.