Håkan Renström

What are we waiting for?

Who am I?

In a world this big, where I shine so bright,

When I know that I fly with dying stars.

So I keep my eyes closed as if I were blind,

Yet still I feel their eyes staring at me.

 

Tell me, how can I?

See myself as my own gravitational force

The center everything spins around

When I know the light of souls fades all the time

They clearly no longer have the strength to fight, and still

Everyone is watching,

Nobody does anything.

We are all just sitting here

Waiting until it is our time,

 

Tell me, what are we waiting for?