D D. CROW

In the town I used to be
An old man is holding time
In the house of dolls
Shards of senses flying by

Between the walls
Spots of feelings
And frequencies of rhythm
Thought of sadness
Painting movement on the walls

In the house of dolls
It’s all about the loneliness
Faceless boys and girls
Holding hope between the wind
In the house of dolls

The kites of Afghanistan
Are flying no more
In the house of dolls
Strings are broken
And it seem the morning dawn
Will never rise again

It’s the illusions of waves
We’re losing the reality grip
Washing pain with blood
In the house of dolls
Innocence is war
And the dolls are soldiers
Writing life
In the sky of black rain

In the house of dolls
It’s all about the loneliness
Faceless boys and girls
Holding hope between the wind
In the house of dolls