In my head, I try to find The Words.
Which are the right ones?
I don't know.
My mouth is open but no sound escapes my lips.
You Try to explain something,
that I can't fully comprehend.
I do understand, and yet I don't.
Right in front of me, is you.
In you, I see Myself.
We are bound together by blood.
But only Halfway.
We share a Mother, but not a Father.
We are so alike and yet we are not.
Where are the words that I need ?
Can the Right ones help you?
I look at you, trying to see behind the mask.
The facade is cracking, little at a time.
Then I look around.
The Others also tries.
Two are weeping, one is sighing.
And then there's Me and
Det första ord som jag sa'.
Var samma ord som gjorde mig gla'.
Ett enda ord, som gör hela min värld trygg.
Det ord som jag aktade mig för när jag varit stygg.
Samma ord som jag ropade, när tårarna föll.
Ett ord som alltid är detsamma.
Det ordet är MAMMA.
The first word I ever said.
Was the same word that made me glad.
One single word, makes my world safe.
The one word that I avoided, whenever I was bad.
The word I would call when my tears came falling down.
One word that will never be another.
That word is MOTHER.
Long ago , when I was young I often worked at an old inn "The Winged Sword", I worked there to earn some money so I could travel the world later. There were always plenty of people, especially drunken people. I remember one evening in particular, it was a night with a storm like no other. It was impossible for me to go home that night, I was forced to sleep at "The Winged Sword" I prepared my bed beside the fireplace. I would be warm and cosy all night, but the weather would keep me awake. Just when I was trying to tuck in, the door flew up and an old lady came in. She seeked cover for the night,