Bella

What dreams do we keep, they ask us the ghosts, sat on safe dark seats, leave us alone thank you, our faces might need soap, but we have the news, we are not at liberty, to crack old jokes, just let us be, do what we always do, as much as we know, we don’t need your views, a ticket for the entry, to that garden of hope, you hang on the breeze, ask if that’s true, even give a little bow, we’ve heard your tunes, to set ourselves free, don’t you worry Joe, we'll fire our own beliefs, throw away the ropes.