Routine - Tor Lundvall

Rising in the morning, face another day

Mind and body aching, feeling cold and grey

Sun shines through the window, glowing on the wall

Changing by the hour, drifting patterns fall

Searching for the beauty, the world has lost its charm

Waiting for an angel, to fall into her arms

Lead me to the places where the bright leaves fall

Far beyond the mountains where the blackbirds call