We Become Ourselves - Rebekka Karijord

Out the window down the alley

Over tree tops through the valley

Pass those nightwoods through your childhood

Take me back to when it all went wrong

Dreamt I walked through the forest

Heard voices deep in the wild

Between the trees they were playing

A old woman and a child

A child

In the woman’s eyes

The laughter of the child

Familiar as can be

As if they both were me, were me

In the memories embrace

In the colors of age

Time will tell you it’s course and hand u it all

We fall Into it all And we become ourselves