måndag 1 oktober 2007

Bara vara

when she look in the sky, see the stars so bright, she wonders where they goo in the morning time.
when she tells everyone that she is in love with an angel, nobody understands.
You can't fall in love with angel, so bright and clear.
An angel wouldn't fall in love with you anyway, so she closed her eyes, walekd out of the door.
Put a knife to her skin, and toutches the blood, so bright and clear.
She asks her self, way me? Way am I nothing?
Way can't anybody see what I'm worth??
I want to stop time, I want to touth the moment, the moment when the feeling comes.

When the stars are shining as bright as they can, thats when my angel comes down from heaven and dances with me.
When the rain kissing the ground, I still will hold my angel.
When the wind is smashing the trees, I still kiss my angel.

When the cold knife toutches her skin, she dosen't understand way she is doing it, but she is doing it anyway.
She asks her self in a invicible moment, way can't I be like everywone else? Way can't I play the same old game??
Way is the pain getting bigger and bigger??
Now I'm eternal like my angel, she says in her final breath. He'll remember me.


" Kan hända skall han ta min hand
Och leda mig till mörkrets land
Och kräva bröstes ångestflämt ...

Till möte har mig döden stämt... "

Alan Seeger. "Rendezvous"