Tell me then, who are
                                                       the foolish ones?
                                     Can it be, you sit.....in
                                                     judgment of me?
                                     Life can play
                                                    funny games.
                                    To those who judge
                                                    it seems the same.
                                     Not withstanding,
                                                    within they grieve
                                     For doors they've closed
                                                   love unretrieved.
                                      Easy condemnation
                                                  comes from grief
                                      Understanding then
                                                  is beyond belief.
                                      Does it matter in eternity
                                                  that our love
                                      Would never be?
                                      Shallow games
                                                I cannot play
                                     For deeper love
                                               is here today.
                                      Sadness, then, is for me
                                              that in your heart,
                                      you cannot see.
                                              More than just
                                     A body am I,
                                              I have wings
                                     And I will fly..........

        

Kay Ekwall ©