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.


Sometimes I Cry

—by Noa Henriette Ruscheweyh-Sternberg

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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