1995

1995

Så kom det nya året

lika förväntansfullt för oss alla

Jag tog ett djupt andetag när klockorna slutat slå

Plötsligt ände jag ensamheten stiga inom mig

Dett året skulle bli lika bittert som alla de andra..

Therese 20/7 1995



It was o cold night

my mother was holding me tight

she said; don´t be afraid my dear

can´t you the angels hear

I looked up upon the sky

this night I knew I would die

My mother felt a tear

and my eyes were filled of fear

I felt that something was taking me away

I prayed; Oh, father, please let me stay

My mother feld more tears

and at the same time she wispered in my ears:

My child, I´ll meet you soon

Then I saw black devils coming into my room

In this moment my heart stopped beating

I thought now I the Lord were meeting 

I never did, maybe it will be my turn

We will see if I go up to meet God

or if I go down to hell and burn

Only God and the Devil knows were I´ll be

the only way finding out is to wait and see...

Therese 27/7 1995


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