Noa Henriette
Ruscheweyh-Sternberg
Germany
The song is called "Sometimes I cry", written and performed by me. (By the way, it's a tenor ukulele. Just in case somebody asks.)
I live in a cozy bed in Hamburg Germany, which I share with my lovely husband who is also my carer. But as the song expresses, the cosiest bed is no substitute for a healthy life amongst people out and about. Thanks alot for hosting #bedfest.
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Sometimes I Cry
—by Noa Henriette Ruscheweyh-Sternberg
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Sometimes I cry.
It's the seasons passing by
without touching me.
Sometimes I flee
inside my mind.
It is soft and one of a kind.
It comforts me.
Imagination lets me be.
I am still dancing through the night.
I still look into the light
of the sun.
I am still holding on.
Sometime I long
for a bird's beautiful song
high up in the tree.
Long time no see.
But I remember all of them.
Each tree a shining precious gem
inside my head.
Don't you consider me dead!
I am still dancing through the night.
I still look into the light
of the sun.
I am still holding on.
Sometimes I don't know
which way to turn, which way to go.
I feel so lost.
Being ill comes at a cost
that is much higher than you think.
Chronically I'm on the brink
of losing even more of me
of course the me I used to be.
But I am still dancing through the night.
I still look into the light
of the sun.
I am still holding on.
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