I’d walk awayIf I could move my feetIn your paradeThe long Marchthrough April’s open heartMay tear these legs apartbut still I praythat I am brokenand my empty lungs are filledwith the oceanwhere the waterfallof hopeful hearts will spillyou’ll dance until you die »at least we dance, »she said »at least we’ve tried. »I leadLaughing through the streetsA celebration of defeat(We tumble off the edge into the sea)