torsdag 28 april 2011

Låt hjärtat vara med...

Glöm inte bort att älska mig
även i dina mörkaste stunder
och tro inte för en sekund att ditt ljus skulle vara obetydligt

du har påverkat mig
du har inverkan på mig

Jag tror på dig, nästan mer än jag tror på mig själv.
och just den vinglande balansgången är det som håller oss upprätta
i storm, efter storm
och som gör att vi orkar samla upp vrakdelar och spillror.
Ännu en gång.

Mitt minne kanske sviker
men hjärtat säger att det var just detta vi hade drömt om
från två skilda håll.
Och att vi kanske men bara kanske
står ut med tanken på
att tillhöra varandra...

New shoes and roses

I didn´t hear from you
You just left, no sound.
But traceless - wouldn´t think so
Since you lit that flame nothing's been the same
it kind of started a revolution, you see
A fire far bigger than you could've imagined

Couldn't cut you out of my memories
no matter how sharp the knife
Would feel stupid if I tried to deny
The mess you left, or the scars I kept.

Failed to cry and get over
Need to build up something new
From what's growing in the ashes of your footsteps

New shoes and roses was what you brought me.

(C)

tisdag 19 april 2011

Strange things have caught me eye
lots of things that won't apply

we've got artists without arts
new beginnings without starts

Those who love trouble
and some who want more
one who's no longer in love
and one who's heart is sore

One to leave you stuck in turmoil
another deeply rooted in the soil
A few that's spinning in the lost and found
one who knows he's loved but won't come around

Tables turning, bridges burning
still here we are
here we are

Why were you born this way?

I was born this way to change and make changes. Born little to grow older. Born shy to be able to develop and come out of my shell. Born unique and flawless to be able to fully accept and embrace that. Born with a vision and a dream to be something and leave, if not even a small, then at least a tiny imprint in peoples minds. None of us are unimportant, that's why we're born this way.

söndag 10 april 2011

with what right

How did you plan this
how did it all come about

I can't accept it
no I can't accept it
can't

What were your motives
what are the ambitions,
you'd better tell me cause the point
is absolutely, truly, one hundred percent well hidden

Figure it out
before you go any further, and explain it to me
or I might think
that you were as stupid as your actions
as forgetful as your being
and as silly as a day