Gaze at your life
Tell me what you see
That makes it worth while
All this struggle to be free

Gaze at your door
Do you really think
That the light will brake through
Your curtain of despite

Gaze at the bed
Where the whiskey has
Torn a thread
That you clinged to
In your sleep
On your way
To the deep

It`s not worth it at all
They`ll be standing
watching you fall
If you rise from the fall
They might even take it all

Gaze at your hands
Grasp the spirit of
One man
That once made the need
For angels
Disappear

© Ingve Sandvold