
The Waltz
Grant me the will to succeed
Give me the strength to obtain
Light in my heart as I bleed
Rescue my words from constrain
Give me the time of my life
Call me the love of your heart
I treasure the blade of your knife
Leaves only truth to impart
I´m holding on
Lend me your ears as I call
Out to the void in despair
Nothing is left to appall
Stripped from the wear and the tear
Wait for me, heavenly son
I savor the thrust of your spear
Carry me home when I'm done
Light, as you travel from here
I´m holding on - holding on
I bring you my scars and my mourn
I bring you my tears of dismay
Hence, to endure I was born
Why did you lead me astray?
What can I ask beyond this?
I smile as I fathom your way
And breathe in the absence of bliss
Now, as the brass starts to play
I´m holding on - holding on
I´m letting go
Writer/s: Ole Tin Westergaard Hansen