Last Night

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Sometimes I find myself in bed at night, nothing has even happen yet. Birds and trees are still asleep. And than I have already decided the day. 
A day where like the question "how are you" has such a deeper meaning. 

"The Voices" have been written without any outcome-orientated message. 
And yet, it is really important to give this moment of self-doubt space. Except it, embrace it.. and waiting for it to pass. 
We all have that kind of days. 
And the thing is: I don't wish for them to go away. I wish for them to be heard and be open about it in my surroundings. If I am honest about it, if I let in the fear and the pain, I can let in the beauty and the power too. Because it all belongs to me. It is all me. 🔆
I can decide that for myself and still feel this way. 


Long before morning sun
long before the days begun
a little voice in her head
said everything she's afraid to hear

She shouldn't hide it
She fights it

wicked clouds
surround us here
and the voice won't disappear
what would you tell her?
If you could be the only one, who can save her

she shouldn't hide it
She fights it

What if it would be you?
What would it be me?
Would you tell her too?
Tell her she can be free, is she wants too.
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The Voices

sooth - where are we going?

Sounds, Melody's, dreamy, soothing, thoughtful with a little bit of procrastination, maybe. What do you hear?

Backpacking songwriter.

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