8 - Unnamed, unknown
Let us be silent when it hurts, Let us laugh when children cry. Walk where no eye meets the eye — We are the storm, we outlast the sky. Let us be silent when it hurts Let us laugh when children cry With a wild and reckless laugh And walk where no eye meets the eye. Into lands unnamed, unknown— We’ll call them fate, and we’ll call them home. Where sorrow buries deep and fast— We are the storm, and we outlast. Let us leave by roads of poetry, Trails of dreams and trailing smoke. In beautiful madness, forgetting quickly The chains we carried, the curse they spoke. The chains fall off—they set us free, All the hidden feelings rise. And before God, in the noble hour, They swear without disguise. Let us be silent when it hurts Let us laugh when children cry With a wild and reckless laugh And walk where no eye meets the eye. Into lands unnamed, unknown— We’ll call them fate, and we’ll call them home. Where sorrow buries deep and fast— We are the storm, and we outlast. Press yourself to me. I wander with you—not by choice, but by need. We are magi, you and I, Bound to fate like a sacred seed. See? The pain has finally gone. That grinning dog that chained us down— He won’t return from the churchyard steps To drag us back to that dark town. No—I will never be afraid While she holds that burning bloom That lights the souls of all the fallen And mine—I gave her my own tomb. Among the shadows, whose strange moments I’ve known for so long… I give her every stone Born from grass, where nothing’s wrong. Flower—are you holding tight? Oh, maiden woven into the song… Remember: one moment—and you’ll know— The flower… Is her. She. No second meaning. Clear as day, bright as snow. My soul shone at the threshold— Now in your hands, it grows. Odes? Odes are birds now Over hills and rivers wide. I turn the clichéd pages— And a new man steps inside.
Let us be silent when it hurts, Let us laugh when children cry. Walk where no eye meets the eye — We are the storm, we outlast the sky. Let us be silent when it hurts Let us laugh when children cry With a wild and reckless laugh And walk where no eye meets the eye. Into lands unnamed, unknown— We’ll call them fate, and we’ll call them home. Where sorrow buries deep and fast— We are the storm, and we outlast. Let us leave by roads of poetry, Trails of dreams and trailing smoke. In beautiful madness, forgetting quickly The chains we carried, the curse they spoke. The chains fall off—they set us free, All the hidden feelings rise. And before God, in the noble hour, They swear without disguise. Let us be silent when it hurts Let us laugh when children cry With a wild and reckless laugh And walk where no eye meets the eye. Into lands unnamed, unknown— We’ll call them fate, and we’ll call them home. Where sorrow buries deep and fast— We are the storm, and we outlast. Press yourself to me. I wander with you—not by choice, but by need. We are magi, you and I, Bound to fate like a sacred seed. See? The pain has finally gone. That grinning dog that chained us down— He won’t return from the churchyard steps To drag us back to that dark town. No—I will never be afraid While she holds that burning bloom That lights the souls of all the fallen And mine—I gave her my own tomb. Among the shadows, whose strange moments I’ve known for so long… I give her every stone Born from grass, where nothing’s wrong. Flower—are you holding tight? Oh, maiden woven into the song… Remember: one moment—and you’ll know— The flower… Is her. She. No second meaning. Clear as day, bright as snow. My soul shone at the threshold— Now in your hands, it grows. Odes? Odes are birds now Over hills and rivers wide. I turn the clichéd pages— And a new man steps inside.