DANS CE SILENCE

In the quiet oh of my room, shadows dance upon the walls My thoughts like whispers so shallow they bounce of empty decor I'm sifting through the memories, the bittersweet parade of my thoughts Of all the choices made, the prices that I've paid, battle I fought Where do I stand, now that the curtains close? Looking back at the paths, where regret softly grows In this silence, In this silence, I ask, with nothing left to prove What have I left? What have I left? in the remnants of my move In this silence, In this silence, with my heart on my sleeve What have I left? What have I left? tell me what's left to believe I walked through life, blindfolded by my dreams, ignoring the cracks The silent, muffled screams, the faces and the places blurred in the night A collage of what was, in the fading twilight, lost in echoes Of the what if, what if, what if, all the voices I didn't chose Where do I stand, now that the curtains close? Looking back at the paths, where regret softly grows In this silence, In this silence, I ask, with nothing left to prove What have I left? What have I left? in the remnants of my move In this silence, In this silence, with my heart on my sleeve What have I left? What have I left? tell me what's left to believe Dans ce silence Dans ce silence Dans ce silence Qu'es-je laissé ? dans les vestiges de mon passé Dans ce silence Qu'es-je laissé ? Dis-moi ce qu'il reste à croire