Irena
When you choose
When you choose to die
you choose to die with eyes closed
When you choose to touch
you choose to touch with eyes closed
Death is just a memory that fades
Our death is just a part
of our memories
Something ties our souls together
Together we drank sweet rain
from the heavens
Together we threw our hearts
in the cruel fires of the undergrounds
Can life be your punishment
Can the words be our slaves
Could the night not fall
And tell me,could you
recognize me with your eyes closed
For when you choose to die
you choose to die with eyes closed
When you choose to touch
you choose to touch with eyes closed
In your hands
I feel your ancestor's fear
Your palms are tired
You have all the roads of the growing world
laying there
Opening and closing
Your palms are restless
In your chest
I feel your ancestor's fear
Your lips are tired
You have the burning seals of your gods
laying there
Your lips are restless
Take me in you
Fear is just an aimless escape
from our future
Do not seek egzile
for your winds
Do not seek egzile
for your own demons
For when you choose to die
you choose to die with eyes closed
When you choose to touch
you choose to touch with eyes closed
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