Galaxy I

You Don't Have To Call Me

A little song about the northern part of Sweden where I live.

Lyrics:
Winter lays a silence on the northern land,
Darkness holding time with a patient hand.
Snow like powder on the frozen ground,
Every breath a gives a cloud, without a single sound.
Cold hums low in the blood and bone,
The night feels endless, king Bore is on his throne.

Moonlight spills over the land so white,
Teaching my eyes how to see the night.


Under northern lights that softly sway,
Green and blue where the dark gives way.
I follow the glow where the long nights go,
In the heart of the cold, in the silver snow.

The High Coast rising, mountains standing tall,
In the valleys the winter’s call.
Cliffs touch heaven, forests below,
Carved by time and recently fallen snow.
The sea sleeps quiet, the stars burn bright,
Calmness breathing in pale moonlight.

Shadows dance where the ice won’t part,
Every frozen road leads back to the heart.

Under northern lights that softly sway,
Painting hope in the dark of day.
I follow the glow where the long nights go,
In the heart of the cold, in the silver snow.

Kramfors by the river, cold,slow and deep,
Where the water remembers what the mountains keep.
A city at sleep in the cold,
Like a mystery being hold.
Lights in windows, a quiet sign,
Someone’s waiting through the endless night.

In the valley, the village Judeby sleeps,
Dreams wrapped warm where the silence keeps.
Smoke from chimneys curls like a flare,
Life still breathing in the frozen air.


Under northern lights, I raise my eyes,
Find my place in the winter sky.
Through darkness, snow, and the cold I know,
This northern home is carved in snow.


When the night feels long and the world stands still,
I know soon enough spring our hearts will fill.
In moonlit snow, where the cold runs true,
Northern Sweden, I belong to you.


I Belong To You

“Thirst” is a reflection on scarcity — not just of water, but of dignity, truth, and care for one another.

Set against a world that keeps arguing while people go without, this song asks a simple human question: what are we really thirsty for?

Written from a place of empathy, frustration, and hope — for clean water, honest leadership, and a future where no one is left standing in the dust.

Thirst is the call to gather and connect.  Every soul. Everywhere.

Written by a frequent contributor to my career and life in general...  
the everlasting "Miami Grace Solis"  ❤


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