Venetian Blinds

07 - Venetian Blinds 

dark wind blowing on our panes
carries angst and menaces 
echoes and debris of parades 
miles away from where we fled to isolate

hear these scraps of songs and crumbs of laughter
carried high in our shaded skies
stripes of smoke thin beams of light 
slowly gather and propagate

is it sane
to implicate our hearts
and intricate our lives
will it be vain
to flee the fears we now should face

hear these scraps of songs and crumbs of laughter
carried high in our shaded skies
stripes of smoke thin beams of light 
slowly gather and propagate

feel these hints of joy through waves of despair
blinking low in our tired eyes
quick bursts of hope through restless nights
surely doomed to evaporate

is it sane
to implicate our hearts
and intricate our lives
will it be vain
to flee the fears we now should face

down to the basic needs
home with our closest peers
waiting for the remedies
who will miss out when time will freeze