Udgivet d. 24. april 2005

Digt af

Frederik B.
Stralendorff

The Chosen Ones

The Four stands ready
To answer when they are needed
Collecting the pieces
Of what is my mind

One is the blood
One is the past
One is the light of the day
One is the black of night

The first is the blood
Who you always can trust
Standing right behind
To help with my mind

The second is the past
Who always will be there
The only who can find
The last of my mind

The third is the light of the day
One who is far away
The one who isn't blind
Of what is wrong with my mind

The fourth is the black of night
Who see right throu me
One of a kind
Who knows my mind