"Det var en gång en flicka....som lärde sig tidigt av far o mor se sig för var hon trampade, det blev hennes livs lott... att jobba med arvet!

Prayer to Dad

I don' t know what to say

I can' t pray

Why surrender?

Does it lie in my gender?

In my own flesh and blood?

I want dearly to be understood

by someone who cares

someone who doesn' t count my shares

who will take me as I am

in my mess and jam

Those are the words I say to you

I hope you won' t foolish me

I hope you have time too

I hope you will see to me

Give to me a drop of your holy fluid,

your fllesh and your blood

so that I no more be sad

and I will always call you my heavenly Dad.

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Stockholm 970402 - Norrköping 990220

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