Some years ago in my life
​My joy was ripped, ripped by a knife
​From a day to be check marked as fine
​To a bad one in the loos of your shine

Remember the voice of that call
​A nightmare with no wake in the fall
​On a road to be endless and dark
I was unable to see green in the park

We watched your bed to support
In a pray that your life was to short
​I held your hand and I heard your breath
​Tried to be grateful to the swindle of death

​Time were passing you got better
​Reborn without the speech and letter
​You learned to live the days to come
​In endless love to you as our mum

Back again I make the days
Learned to love and choose my ways
​Now I stand on my own two feet
​And feel the grass and taste of sweet

The relation we had were strong
​So all felt strange and my things got wrong
In a depression by the grief in my heart
The joy of life seemed hundred miles apart

On the bottom I laid on my back
Needed help to get out of the black
​I won the fight and get ready to climb
​Now back even stronger than at the time

Back again I make the days…