She was always like a feather, in the air
I never knew if she was flying or falling
she was always like a feather, in my life
I hope she flies, I hope she flies I hope she flies
but I really hope she’s made it
that someone took her home
she was lost but wasn’t missing
she will always walk alone
Recently:
- Når facaden krakelerer
- Here we go again …
- Omsorg og inkompetence – og nye veje …
- Ikke brandbar
- Den lovlige “flugt” fra afsnit 801
- … kvæler du jo barnet
- Når du strammer garnet …
- Nordstjernevej overrasker – lidt ;-)
- Reset – endnu en ny start
- Tre måneder lang indlæggelse – del 6
