Tänker på mamma otroligt mycket just nu. Jag saknar henne på dagarna och drömmer om henne på nätterna. Jag vill drömma, därför att det känns som att jag får träffa henne igen. Men det är samtidigt alltför smärtsamt.

Exhausting, excruciating.



Amy Macdonald - the road to home

Oh the leaves are falling from the trees
And the snow is coming, don't you know?
But I'll still remeber which way to go
I'm on the road, the road to home


Oh the sound is fading in my ears
And I can't believe I've lasted all these years
But I'll still remeber which way to go
I'm on the road, the road to home

Oh the light is fading all the time
And this life i'm in it seems to pass me by
But I'll still remeber which way to go
I'm on the road, the road to home

Now I must say good bye
Keep telling myself "now don't you cry"
But I'm here where I belong
I'll see you soon, it won't be long
I'll see you soon, it won't be long
I'll see you soon, it won't be long