Tanker på rim 2

All that used to be colours fade into grey
everything that once way important
doesn’t have anything to say

Does anybody know what its like to feel
that the world we live in is unreal

I feel so useless, what is purpose?
Am I just a part of an emotional circus?

Thoughts are spinning like a carousel inside my head
Someone please remind me, condemnation is dead

I know my sins is not to be arranged
still it feels like I am locked inside a cage

God, you are the only one that can give the peace I seek
You are my straight when I am weak

I guess all I can do is surrender to your plans
I lay it all down. Here I am, use my hands


-Merete Kristiansen 18.02.08