Lost in the echoes of memories
We hear the whispers
Of forgotten days
Whispers tormenting our souls
Eating at our very core
Of things best forgotten
Ignore them you have nothing
To fear from mere
Whispers screaming in the night
© Ceol
Take us to your garden
Let us plant ideas
And watch them grow
We are free to think
To dream and to rejoice
In our uniqueness
Linger here away
From a world filled
With sham and deceit
Come to our special place
The garden of ideas
Where we dare to be
© Ceol
Dance of life
Dance of death
Eternal dance
Twirl and swirl
In perfect time
Partner me if you can
Choose the dance
Which will we pick
Life or…
© Ceol