Josefin
Johanna Söderberg / Klara Söderberg
You go with feet bare in the snow, you raise up your head to the dead
You seek of such magical things and nobody knows where you've been
In the light the growing light, you know it isn't hard to fight
The demons you left behind
You run up the hills through the sun, you go head held high, face the sky
You know of such magical things and nobody knows you within
In the rain the pouring rain, don't loose your hope don't loose in vain
There's demons you fear tonight, those demons you have to fight
And if you struggle hard rest on your brother's weary shoulder
And if you shall ever wonder listen to your wise mother
In the dark the growing dark, you know that you can find the spark
That guides you home my friend
My friend Josefin