• Hear the silence to speak new lies. Born in a place with no love. Lost
    in a place that I am a song, a song never to be sung. Dancing to the
    dark beats of our hearts. Never to belong is what we are. Gods
    unwelcomed children, never to belong... March in the fog take hands my
    brothers, steal what is ours and burn the blooms of my dark hour. We
    are different in this world of ours. We are the dreamers in this dark
    valley. The people to start the world over. Living of the thought of
    imperfection to be perfect. Living in our only lonely thoughts. Seeing
    the world in black and white and hearing the world in dead golden
    silence... Being able to weave a dream and yet never speak. Made of
    glass and a heart of paper. Fragile to touch, deadly to breathe.
    Welcomed in a place of only ours. The only place we belong. In a place
    yet to be forgotten. A dream that we live in unholy forgiven peace. To
    speak death in a whisper and to see In all the you will never believe.
    We are only welcomed only in our dreams, a place of ours. A place to
    never have sorrow...