in this city we say goodbye to the ones we love
we say goodbye to our sons
the fragility of life is like a mirror with cracks
the silence in one's eyes turns louder with each light
and hope gives you a hand just to throw you into the sea
and you think the depths are calming, they're quiet beneath your ears
in fact they're burning - as you flow between the waves
the inner world is exploding - while the outside doesn't change
in this city we stand beside the grave
the dates get shorter and the space between them fades
