Ballade in Am

Eine Demo-Aufnahme … (leider stand das Mikro auf dem Klavier, deshalb das dumpfe Schlagen) – Kritik und Anregungen sehr erwünscht!

She is on the road to tidy up her mess
She is on the way to live herself to death
She feels like the morning filled with sky
She has borders but she doesn’t know why

He needed time for his wounds to heal
He didn’t trust his thoughts to become real
He feels like the night filled with stars
He saw the borders and felt behind bars

Through time and words the boundaries fade
Replaced by the bridges and bonds they create
They felt like the morning filled with stars
They felt like the night filled with warmth

We’re balancing our ideas on a rope
We’re balancing our future, our past and our hope
Equilibrists in the mist of our fates
A wire tensioned between discrete pates

Sometimes we’re training ourselves in martial arts
We’re training in our minds and we’re training our hearts
This space is our refuge and combat zone
Only the enemy we’re fighting is unknown

We’re hiking on the way homeward bound
In our pockets all the treasures we found
Only motion will give us some rest
Only the vale will lead us to the crest