Jag går

The sun sinks slowly and the warmth still stays,

I sit at the edge of the day, wondering what remains.

There’s something in the air pulling at me again,

a feeling that time is running, and I’m running with it then.

And I walk, I walk, though the road feels long

My heart beats heavy like an old, worn song

I hear a faint guitar sound somewhere in the wind,

as if the night itself is holding on to what has been.

My steps feel heavy but I keep moving on,

for every little motion keeps my heartbeat strong.

And I walk, I walk, though the road feels long

My heart beats heavy like an old, worn song

There are days when everything feels near,

and others when I don’t know what I carry or what I fear.

But the rhythm in my body keeps me here,

as if a quiet voice whispers: “you know who you are, you know what you bear.”

And I walk, I walk, though the road feels long

My heart beats heavy like an old, worn song

I see the lights turn on as darkness settles in,

and every thought I’ve carried suddenly feels like something gentle within.

There’s something in the night that sets me free,

as if the whole world pauses just to listen to me.

And I walk, I walk, though the road feels long

My heart beats heavy like an old, worn song

I let my feelings run like water through sand,

and I steady myself even when there’s trembling in my hand.

For honesty lives here, hiding nothing at all,

speaking truth straight through, like a heart answering its call.

And I walk, I walk, though the road feels long

My heart beats heavy like an old, worn song

And I walk, I walk, though the road feels long

My heart beats heavy like an old, worn song