Tiny Victories

Ghosts are still in our closets, haunting us in our sleep. it's endless night: waking dreams & sleepwalking days... same as it's been all our youth, all our lives. fifty songs on, where's the change? where's the revelation? maybe we'll be somewhere soon away from the threats. alone with our words in this ongoing war... in dog-eared photos, all our yesterdays still live today in broken mirrors, in collapsed dreams. still, the alienating ravages of time won't keep us silent. we'll still be screaming... we're all fucked up, but we're not alone. we can find strength in each others' arms. we see flames rising, the seas retreating. we'll dance on the ruins of our broken lives. our history is malleable. our future is unwritten.