My feet buried deep in the dead frozen ground
I stand here waiting – and hope to be found
Seeking the inner voice but all I can hear
Is silence – and north wind that's moving the air
I have been forever in this crystal light
I fog my mind – all alone in my fright
Ashamed of my weakness – I'm still unasigned
I'm stranded – to trace all the circles of life
The whispers of breeze
The rumbling of storm
Never seen gullies
Never felt warm
The ghost of the moon silhouetting my face
Has my life got meaning – or is all in vain
I let go of summer but someday again
The sun will kick in and relieve me of pain
./. The whispers of breeze
The rumbling of storm
Never seen gullies
Never felt warm ./.
Words by Grethe Årum
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