Inner Gypsy

"I can see the light flashing through a window in the pouring rain. It reaches through the night, casting silent images upon my brain..."

Show me the restless heart, of an impossible love, Always flirting with disaster, which hovers silently above. Show me the restless heart, that beats so stubborn and so proud, That sits and suffers in its solitude, but never cries its fear aloud

We may behave in unexpected ways, We may see colors no one else can see. But we believe that we are in this world to play. And suffering is not how we were meant to be. We will dance amongst the waves together, Bearing witness to our strange philosophy. Call us crazy, you won’t feel that way forever, Soon you’ll learn to use this word, it’s 'Gypsychology'