Mikael Wiehe
1981
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=hC3EszN3UuoI sat the other day and read my newspaper,
a day like so many before.
and I thought of all those dreams you dreamed
as one after another has ended.
Then I saw a picture of a girl
with a wounded crow in her arms
as she runs away through the woods
as fast as she ever could
And she runs with fluttering curls
she runs on skinny legs
she begs and she hopes and believes
that it should not be too late
The girl is tiny and her hair is so bright
and her cheek is so flickering red
the crow is clumsy and cawing black
a moment away it is the dead
But the girl, she runs for life
of a wounded bird in his arms
she runs to the safety and warmth
for that which is right and true
she runs with sparkling eyes
she runs on skinny legs
for she knows that it's true, what daddy has said
that there is life, it is never too late
I began to tremble in anguish and distress
I shook with fear and horror
for I knew quite clearly
that it was the picture of me that I have seen
For my hope is a wounded crow
and I'm a running child
who believe there is anyone who can help me
who believe there is someone who has the answers
I'm running with pounding heart
I'm running on skinny legs
I'm begging, but I really know
that it is already too late