Bedtime.
Pocahontas - Colors of the wind
Efter detta inlägg ska jag krypa ner i säng. har blivit alldeles för lite sömn på senaste tiden, kommer ju inte ens upp till jobbet.. Idag är lagom tid att lägga sig.
Jag och Ellan har varit duktiga idag och gymmat. Trots att jag börjar bli sjuk tränade jag för det känns som man aldrig tar tag i det annars, alltid ska det vara nånting som dyker upp. Det var skönt å få träna iaf.. jag sprang mest å sånt. På torsdag om jag inte är mer sjuk ska vi köra pass, undrar hur det kommer gå. Jag kommer svimma...
Jag vill inte att Du ska tro att jag inte bryr mig för jag inte hört av mig, men jag tror bara jag gör saken värre om jag hör av mig. Jag vågar inte ens tänka på hur ont jag gjort dig. Men jag är ledsen för jag kan inte styra mina känslor. Du har underbara vänner som stöttar dig och Du kanske själv int vet om det men jag vet att du är stark och du blir starkare av att ta dig igenom detta. Jag vet att du kommer klara dig och jag hoppas från botten av mitt hjärta att vi kan vara vänner i framtiden. Jag ber till Gud att du en dag kan förlåta mig...
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
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