When the smoke is going down,
Like a carpet in front of your eyes,
When it seems like you have gone blind,
And you don’t know how,
To find your way out,
When everything around you,
Seems like a mystery to you,
And you no longer know,
What to feel or to think,
I will be waiting for you in the clouds.
If you walk around in the night,
And the moonshine has gone away,
And no stars are on heaven above,
When life seems dark and unkind,
I will be waiting for you,
In the darkness that surrounds you,
When everything seems pitch black,
And there you think that might not be,
Any kind of way out of this,
I want you to know that I´m here.
What I am trying to tell you is
That I am here to help you out of this
The only thing you got to do
Is to call my name
I know you have a hard time right now
I know your life seems like hell
You have told me all about it
You don’t have to be scared
I am a friend of yours
I have not in mind at all
To ever let you down
This is what I feel
This is part of my heart
And the reason it is
Are because I love you
As very dear, close friend.
You have never let me down
You have always supported me through bad times
Now I am the one that wants to help you.
Skrevet d.
12. maj 2002, 01:59
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23. maj 2002, 15:26
Et utrolig flot digt. Situationer er oftest, i digte, set fra "venindens (offerets)" side. Det var en god ide at lave det fra en anden vinkel. Ind i mellem lidt for personificeret, synes jeg. Men RIGTIG GODT DIGT...