And we're dancing with our ghosts...
With their skeletons on our grounds.
It scratches our feet...
But it cannot kill us.
And as time passes...
We've been dancing with fears.
Scratches become calluses...
Our feet become thick.
And so we become strong enough.
To stop the music...
To stop the dances...
To walk away...
And let the ghosts be buried...
Along with the skeletons...
In their graves.