Göran Gustafsson Poems

When the end of road is near, when time is moving fast
When everything is added up, and the last of dies is cast
From the silent garden of despair, my voice is crying out
Take this cup away from me and release my mind from doubt
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In the early morning darkness
When time was yet to come
In frozen air suspended
The word was fast a-sleep
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I am hanging in the balance
At a place we call mankind
Between the wisdom of the heart
And the reason of my mind
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I see the beauty in the mornin' dew
I see the beauty in the rainbow's hue
And in the colours of the deep blue skies
I see the beauty of my true love’s eyes
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I was given this book a long time ago
Reading it now has become rather slow
Behind every beautiful word of gold
I can sense some kind of cold
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When no one is here my soul to keep
A dream comes to me where I sleep
In the darkness I hear the angels weep
And my mind is flying low and deep
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Tune up your strings in harmony
Strike up your song of joy
And learn the music, let it sound
Stand up and sing your song
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Dressed in garments filthy and cheap
Covered with masks in layers deep
I tear and peel them one by one
Until I finally see the sun
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You walk down the street in your fancy suit
Diamonds and gold to show off your fruit
When riches and fame are your primary goals
You give up your soul at the crossing roads
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You came here empty minded
In this weary world one day
To shape a soul out of body
As the potter moulds out of clay
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