Blue moon

Black shadows cast themselves over us

As we dance to the music of the whispering winds

A sacred dance

full of dangerous emotions

The tragedy we call our relationshop

Moves across the graveyard of doubts and worries

of those who had no trust in me; in us.

The control they had on our minds and hearts

Our souls they had bound to the cage of their expectations for us

Us. That's how I see it now.

I'm not alone anymore

I'm better off with you than with myself