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It was a cold winter evening
I kept on stearing the cealing
Trying to gather the pieces of courage left in me

Snowflakes kept on falling
It was me the silence was calling
Trying to garher pieces of courage left in me

Now I step on a shaky ladder
Trying to find what really matters
Barely visible are the steps I follow
Guiding me into a place of sorrow
What I find is an old box
Full of different pictures
Different manners to please and to be

Arrogance, ignorance, grand lies
Was I searching for words like magic?
Trying to gather pieces of courage left in me.

A fairy tale, scary plays, wobbling games
Every role so raechable, so desirable
I can see ot now, but what´s left of me?

And I step down the shaky ladder
Trying to find what really matters
I can just barely hear the talk I listen to
Guiding me to a brand new vision
What I hear is my own silent voice
Singing in new words and new manners too live and to be

And all of the sudden I see that in every picture it´s me
It´s me, it´s mé, it´s me
It was me the silence was calling

Please, take my hand and teach me to dance
It may take a while, but my heart will learn
Fight with me when my pictures start to fade
Give me time to learn the steps for the waltz
Just wait, will you wait and I´ll be your own
Your own chameleon girl!



...ihanainen Hanna Mash...