Mörka gyllene berg, reflekterar mina tankar, min oro, min själ.
Står som en enorm barriär, omöjlig att bestiga, omöjlig att besegra, otroligt attraktiv.
Vind som blåser testar min själ, kyler så starkt, håller mig vaken.
I mina ögon finns du alltid, du stora, du vackra, omöjliga, obesegrad.
Och när vinden är som starkast och solen som svagast är det dig jag vänder mig till för att känna din styrka, att hoppas hur jag nån gång kan närma mig dig, hur jag kan få känna styrka övervinnande allt.
söndag, mars 15, 2009
söndag, mars 08, 2009
The Dance
Sometimes we dance together in the shadows of your mind.
And how I wish I would be the light in your eyes when you se heaven.
But don't you know, that it's just a lie and nothing is what it seems.
Corrode my soul, fill my body with pain, kick on my heart for sake of ideas and dreams of paradise.
Nothing is this good and nothing is this bad.
Easy was life before and long had I come, the wall big and strong, stronger for everyday that went.
Now only rubble remains, confusion, not knowing what I want, were I should go, wanting to forget you but not being able to, not even with the help of others.
And how I wish I would be the light in your eyes when you se heaven.
But don't you know, that it's just a lie and nothing is what it seems.
Corrode my soul, fill my body with pain, kick on my heart for sake of ideas and dreams of paradise.
Nothing is this good and nothing is this bad.
Easy was life before and long had I come, the wall big and strong, stronger for everyday that went.
Now only rubble remains, confusion, not knowing what I want, were I should go, wanting to forget you but not being able to, not even with the help of others.
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