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A wish for all of you
In this moment
After three years of pain and sometimes inner agony
I found a haven
Where everything is as it's supposed to be
Going to work during the day
Sinking into games and books by evening time
It sounds so much like ordinary living
It's what I wanted, it's the perfect ryhme
All dreams of "something special" are now resting
Under the golden blanket of self-understanding
All of those dreams where just a craving to belong
But for me this ambition is now sleeping, almost gone
What more is there to say?
It is a song with rythm
Ever the same, with variations found within
This thing called normal life
Which is so boring and hard sometimes
More than a year long this has been my dream
Now I can live it without past disdain
But with joy in my heart
And thus a curse becomes a blessing
This is my wish for all of you
That your storms lead you to this moment
Where in the sacred halls of your own life you stand
Where you make peace with what has happened, take its hand
And hold it with affection and acceptance
So that you can say
In peace that's never perfect, but complete:
This is what I wanted
This is how it is supposed to be
After three years of pain and sometimes inner agony
I found a haven
Where everything is as it's supposed to be
Going to work during the day
Sinking into games and books by evening time
It sounds so much like ordinary living
It's what I wanted, it's the perfect ryhme
All dreams of "something special" are now resting
Under the golden blanket of self-understanding
All of those dreams where just a craving to belong
But for me this ambition is now sleeping, almost gone
What more is there to say?
It is a song with rythm
Ever the same, with variations found within
This thing called normal life
Which is so boring and hard sometimes
More than a year long this has been my dream
Now I can live it without past disdain
But with joy in my heart
And thus a curse becomes a blessing
This is my wish for all of you
That your storms lead you to this moment
Where in the sacred halls of your own life you stand
Where you make peace with what has happened, take its hand
And hold it with affection and acceptance
So that you can say
In peace that's never perfect, but complete:
This is what I wanted
This is how it is supposed to be
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