I remember my younger days Were the ashes of fire grew higher Crowds and streets with empty praise If they practice truth in the mirror, they´re a liar
I remember the iron curtain Blocking any ray of sun When crazy mind´s were the only sane and you could´t trust anyone
I remember childhood dreams That died for each year that I grew A time when ends justified the means and what joy meant no one knew
I remember beliefs forced upon me Until I was convinced they were my own When being a alive was the same as being free Feeling unsafe under the roof of my home
I remember the color red On the ground and on the flag I remember the tears I shed When I lost the few good things I had
I remember being scared To sell my soul by mistake To become like the people I feared and not realize until it was too late
I remember a foreign earth Across borders, beyond the wall Where no one decided what a life was worth I remember waiting for the barricade to fall
I remember my younger days Memories burned into my mind I remember the crowds and streets of heavy praise When the fog lifted in 1989
«Copyright Johanna Magdalena Husebye»
I wrote this poem on the plane tonight. It´s about Stalin´s regime and life under the Iron Curtain.