There's a place for us

Somewhere a place for us.

Peace and quiet and open air

Wait for us, somewhere.

There's a time for us.

Someday a time for us.

Time together with time to spare

Time to learn, time to care.

Someday, somewhere.

We'll find a new way of living.

We'll find a way of forgiving.

Somewhere.

There's a place for us.

A time and place for us.

Hold my hand and we're halfway there

Hold my hand and I'll take you there.

Somehow, someday, somewhere.

~Stephen Sondheim

What is the womb?

It's green in the mountains
Spring has arrived.
The air is still cold from the winter snow,
Air crisp, one's soul can breathe here.
The wind threatens to be killing
But comes and goes.
Sometimes merry.
Sometimes somber.

It changes to a rose, thorny in the night.
An old soul, a young face brightens and ages
Withers then dies.

Church bells, funeral bells, dinner bells
Wedding bells, Hell's bells,

A wailing woman sits in the background
Whether she wails from pain or suffering
Or just to hear her voice do it.
Then it fades.

I wonder if my mind is changed by this.

A truck travels down a night road
Forever, the truck goes on,
Forever.

Eternity beckons, I follow, saxophone in tow.
The moments like this when a jazz musician plays on,
Play on in the night, oh peice of eternity!

This is the dreaming part.

A child is born. He cries and cries.
The mother is patient, kind, sweet.
There is no greater love than that which this mother gives.
He grows and grows, eventually will die.
And we wonder why babies cry.
The love is always there.

Waves of sound in my ears.

What is the womb?

Fury

The wind blew hot and hard from an angry sea

And my lover had a house of cards where he kept his love for me

And I stayed safe and sound until the red was in his eyes

But my paper house fell to the ground when that angry wind would rise.

In fury.

My lover was two men, the damned and the blessed

A dozen roses in his hand and fire in his fist

He said he floated weightless above his evil twin

Who put the rips in my blue dress and purple on my skin

In fury.

So I dug a grave in self-defense and threw a few things in

The bones of my innocence and my memories of him

And long nights I lie single in my bed

With red red lights behind my eyes and shouting in my head

In fury..

The wind blows round my door and mutters through my dreams

But it can't break in by force through solid wooden beams

It was my lover's parting gift, a whirlwind and a stone

That burned his letters, broke his spell and froze my bones...

Ah, fury.

Over My Shoulder

Over my shoulder,

Running away.

Feels like I'm falling,

Losing my way.

Cold, and dry.

Cold and dry.

Fog out my daylight

Torture my night.

Feels like I'm falling,

Far out of sight.

Cold and drunk.

Tired. Lost.

- Mika