Light steps and endless love
We are all following the holy dove
Walking in the rain of joy
Worshipping the statue boy
Oh he gives us hopes and dreams
Floating down with birds and streams
Flags and signals in our hearts
Illusions and the touch of all the arts
Green grass and naked lies
Sleepless ghosts with innocent cries
Dancing with our angels of death
Swim in the water but we won’t get wet
Feathers and flowers all around
The wind and rivers is the only sound
We keep on looking till it is found
The paths we seek are all so bright
With the touch of the sacred light
Clouds and moons dissolve at once
People search for their long lost sons
The beginning seems to be ending now
We all fall down and to the statue bow
Jump into the ocean and drift away
If only we could be here forever and stay
These mountains and skies and glowing trees
Nothing here is bound to seize
The enemies have fallen at last
It keeps us all from dying fast
Releasing the spirits of a thousand souls
Filling up the deep black holes
Finally we have found what we were looking for
The mirrors break and we are no more.

There they lay, 16 paper dolls.
Forever entwined.
Hand in hand.
At peace.
Don't ask them to part because they won't.
You'll have to cut or burn them, because they are a resilient bunch.
But even in slivers and ash, they remain together, for no one knows where one begins the other ends.
Crumpled or bashed, they remain intact.
You need to get rid of all of them to get rid of one of them.
True friends are paper dolls.