Maria Solheim Before She Goes To Bed
She's tired
Just speaking with her eyes
Before she goes to bed
Not up some long conservation
Her feet's a bit cold
Her smile a bit old
Has not been eating for a while
Has not been drinking
It's like she's captured in her body
She just longs to get out
Someday just run
Run without thinking of her breath
She just longs to let her thoughts fly
And run with her white long dress
Through long fields
Brown and wild
Like a child
Like them
