Her man

So there he stood almighty shining brightly on his way.

And everyone that saw him, said he was worthy of their stay.

He lifted doors and build them houses.

He even rescued all their cats.

But she filled the house with love.

And mended all their scratch.

He walked the world with confidence and pride was his alone.

For man could never fail when he did it on his own.

He smiled and talked for hours of all the wonders he could do.

She stood behind and listened, even though she made her wonders to.

And she walked the steps behind him trying to look small.

So all the others could see her man so mighty and so tall.

But had they stopped a second, to see the shadow standing there.

They would have seen her whisper loving words into the man´s ear.

And maybe they would´ve notice how she squeezed his hand with pride.

For all she ever wanted was to see the man smiling by her side.

Even though he never recognized her.

Never put her in his praise.

Or mention her at dinner.

And gave her all his grace.

It doesn't mean she wasn't as worthy as he.

It doesn't mean she isn't as good to be.

For every girl makes just as much wonders on their way.

And all their voice´s has just as much important words to say.

So I will raise my glass at dinner especially for you, my shadow friend,

For all the women of the world but also every man.

And let us all understand and recognise the power the equality brings

It gives our world more wonders, so that it someday can grow wings.

I am

I am but a soul lost at sea

I am but a light burning to be

I am like a butterfly rising high

I am like the snow melted away

I am but a part of past stories I've told

I am but a part of the future I hold

I am but a part of the present I face

I am but a part of my inner built space

I am just myself, my own person

I am myself, the only version

For there is no other than me

This version I'll always be

For I am my own soul

My soul is me

Mine tårer

Mitt smil og min latter kan alle få se,

de deles og gis en bit av meg med.

Men mine tårer er kun for de som er nær,

for i dem vises så mye av den jeg egentlig er.

I dem ligger hjerte sårbart og redd,

og deler mine følelser over alt som har skjedd.

I dem ligger drømmer som minner,

og passer på at de gode aldri forsvinner.

Kanskje en dag du vil dele drømmer med meg,

og jeg vil vise mine tårer bare til deg.