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Friedhelm Langegestorben am 27. Juni 2024

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Liebe Bettina, liebe Leoni, liebe Karla,
noch immer fehlen mir die Worte. Ich möchte hier so gerne ein paar tröstende Worte schreiben, aber ich finde nichts. Es tut mir so leid.

Mir kommt nur der Text eines Liedes in den Sinn ("Wanting Memories"), das ich heute immer wieder gehört habe. (Entschuldigt die Länge):

"I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me
To see the beauty in the world through my own eyes
I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me
To see the beauty in the world through my own eyes

You used to rock me in the cradle of your arms
You said you'd hold me till the pains of life were gone
You said you'd comfort me in times like these and now I need you
Now I need you, and you are gone

I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me
To see the beauty in the world through my own eyes
Since you've gone and left me, there's been so little beauty
But I know I saw it clearly through your eyes

Now the world outside is such a cold and bitter place
Here inside I have few things that will console
And when I try to hear your voice above the storms of life
Then I remember all the things that I was told

I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me
To see the beauty in the world through my own eyes
I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me
To see the beauty in the world through my own eyes

I think on the things that made me feel so wonderful when I was young
I think on the things that made me laugh, made me dance, made me sing
I think on the things that made me grow into a being full of pride
I think on these things, for they are true

I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me
To see the beauty in the world through my own eyes
I thought that you were gone, but now I know you're with me
You are the voice that whispers all I need to hear

I know a please a thank you and a smile will take me far
I know that I am you and you are me and we are one
I know that who I am is numbered in each grain of sand
I know that I've been blessed again, and over again

I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me
To see the beauty in the world through my own eyes
I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me
To see the beauty in the world through my own eyes"