we received out death sentence

when we were born

then we were thrown

into a world of scorn

all women give birth

standing over a grave

death is your master

you become his slave

fear can torment you

and drive you insane

and hold you captive

like a ball and a chain

you may catch the next plane

down to spain

but the thought remains

inside your brain

there is a refuge

for the refugee

there was a rugged cross

on calvary

holy blood was shed

it can set you free

it´s enough for you

it´s enough for me

LARZ GUSTAFSSON   March 25-26, 2009