08.08 R.I.P.

Noen uker er tyngre enn andre og denne uka har det vært mye tungt.

I dag var det lite fokus på hund. Jeg var i begravelse til en jeg gikk i klasse med på ungdomsskolen, som døde brått - 48 år gammel. Han var musiker og låtskriver og skrev mange tankevekkende tekster.

Begravelsen var en sterk opplevelse hvor både far, bror og samboer holdt gripende taler. Mange minner fra oppvekst og vennskap og en påminnelse om at en må ta vare på hverandre.




Teksten nedenfor er hentet fra albumet It is

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TRUSTED YOU
I’m still trying to repair the damage that you caused in here
Took me hostage to your fears, years gone by and I’m still here
I’m still trying to repair the damage that you caused in here
I still don’t know who to trust, my innocence has all been lost
‘Cause I trusted you

I was like a little child my heart and soul were open wide
God and you were the powers I knew, you knew that I trusted you
But when I thought that the coast was clear there was nothing to fear
Lightning came from the sky so blue You knew that I trusted you,
but you struck me down

Now I know how small you are, why you’d had to go that far
Breaking me down was an easy give for a vampire feeding on human pain
I can’t make it go away I’ll carry these scars to my dying day
You never gave me a break and I made just this one mistake
Trusted you

A trusting child is an easy prey for anyone Who doesn’t have a heart of their own Well maybe somewhere down the line you’ll hear this song and realize
You were the one You were the one