when i talk about my life
there is the grandiose and pathos
there is the depths of song
the tragedy of the lost word..

i say i can see the way in silence
when there is too much if..
but other than that gain is loss
one consider´s just might be..

(this i think is understood by
of all the sparrows
but i will not stand for their nonsense
i tell them naughty ones-)

it is my life..and for me to say
no better or worse than anybodys´
when i remember it is my heart-
how the f do you know how i felt..