The door is open
But I dare not to go in


Encapsulated in my own thoughts
When I look you in your eyes

You - the audience
Standing there
In front of me


What do I see?

I look down on the floor
Down at my feet

I wanna flee from the memories
But I cannot
Do so
I have to stay
So I bend my head
And I pray


As I sing my songs
I keep my eyes closed

Singing from my heart


I let go of the pain
I write it down
I sing it
I tell the story


The insecurity
The trembling steps

Onto the stage of the world
The paradox of wanting
Wanting to be there
Yet wanting to disappear

As I sing my songs
I keep my eyes closed


Yet it is hard not to see
What I make of my life
By hiding
Hiding from what only exists
In my mind

When I write my songs
I feel safe
When I sing them to myself
I feel calm

But when I enter the stage
And see
All the people
Looking back at me
All the memories comes crashing down

I wish I could snap my fingers
And it would all go away
I wish it was different
- I have to say
But I know it is not
It is - what it is
I try my best to get through
Get over
Get past
- I try my best to move on

One day I hope that I will
Be standing on that stage
Wherever it might be

Without the haunting
Without the pain


Let the past be what it is
And see - what is
All the beauty in doing what you love the most


Without fear
Without pain

Just being present


- In the moment