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To become a hero

To become a hero I should really know
what it is to be as one
and get lost several times first
finding the way to survive.

with my owls and shields
doing what I have found for my living
with questions and answers in my life
where I do not play a part as a stranger

how to make it possible
how to make it run
how to see it as it is
I take You in my hand

to be a hero work hard
it´s the only way on the road
don't get muddy be water

my wanting must be stronger
than my longing
leave old patterns stay with new ones
no troublemakers, spinners
I want to have fun

a harsh yelling dog shows hatred
towards me, shouldn´t I laugh a lots?

O yea
Oyea
O yea
with love in my life.

what it is to be a hero
I got lost several times first
I recognized how to become as one a hero
and I found it in the desillusionairy way
figuring out the meaning here
by writing this song

to be a hero as one
how she or he is
how we are

in the answers from living in this world
here and now

only sing it
only sing it
only sing it



Inspiration från Leonard Cohens sångtext Show Me The Place


Fri vers (Fri form) av Annika Persson
Läst 832 gånger och applåderad av 23 personer
Publicerad 2012-09-17 21:44



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    ej medlem längre
https://www.poeter.se/Las+Text?textId=2120489
inspirerad av mig själv. människosonen, also: Gud,

2018-01-21

    ej medlem längre
Bra Annika!
2014-05-29

  Nanna X
Please be human Annika
Nothing else would last
2014-03-31

    ej medlem längre
don't get muddy be water . tack, jag behövde höra allt det. Du är vis. Jag är vis, men inte äldre. Du har min respekt.
2013-09-12

    J. Herward
Stark!
2013-04-23

  Annika Persson
There is a place where I want to stay but I haven’t found it yet
I’ll go somewhere where I don’t play a part as a stranger
where I know myself when spring is here in May

where I can meet love above the river, a mature one
where I’ll buy my ticket to a sailingtrip
where the winds are meant to be soft
and warm but not muddy
and the sea is stormy around me

it’s all about a continue without and end
to get lost severe and arise lightened up

I have found the place, it’s here
The wonderful place is here,
It is my place, a performance,
And my adventure

You’re so close to my home with yellow wallpapers like the sun and the rain
Falling and grasping with documentary notes that I write in the evenings

And she sits there on a stone, Minerva with her owls in the trees with a history of mine.
It has a kind of a sad memory, and she is protecting the unknown truth and creating spiritual brief like an answer from a love letter, from death to life praying like a storyteller for bread and redwine.

Her story will be told, spoken from her heart in her livingroom in the house on the fields,
from one floor to another to a blue heaven,

with friendships so close, like true beliefs of the mystery woods,
where the Birdies name it in the songs how to make Eyre appreciate happiness
or maybe she’s really stuck in the riversand where her feet are sinking lower
she could already sit in the boat




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