De woorden van The Child in Me
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De diepere betekenis voelen
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Ervaar de verbinding
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I am the flame
I was born out of shame
To help my mother cope the pain
Almost drowned in a tiny stream
Left alone in a hospital bed , not a dream…
None of it was her fault…
I rose above my body
A child escaping the floor
They said, “It’s wrong, come back to ground”
So I closed that sacred door
Silence was my teacher
I swallowed every word
No one saw the little boy
Who only wanted to be heard
I am the toilet, I am the dirt
Do you realise how much the shaming hurt?
Still, the fire’s burning
Still, the river calls my name
I am the child, I am the storm
I am the river, I am the flame
I worked my whole life empty
Chasing gold and hollow fame
But when I saw my mother passing
A gate to spirit called my name
Angel — my soul divided
The harbour held me softly
Angel is my spirit’s light
Harbour is my earthly sea
My angel… my harbour… two flames… one soul…
I trust my guardian angel…
And my earthly harbour…
I am the child, I am the storm
I am the river, I am the flame
From dirt to light, from pain to fire
I rise again, I rise again…
But now I have to trust my own soul, I cannot stay
I know, my angel and my harbour walk with me along the way…
I wanna go home…
Hummingbird
The first time I was born… was in Down Under.
My father and mother were Aboriginal, and they loved me.
My totem was the hummingbird…
Still tattooed upon my skin.
But I died during the hunt,
I was to young to die
The hummingbird carried my soul,
To another life again.
In Ireland, in Celtic times,
I was reborn with magic inside.
A stranger, a child of the wild,
Feared and cast aside.
Hummingbird… free spirit of mine,
Crossing the borders of space and time.
Hummingbird… forever I’ll be,
A wanderer’s soul, flying free.
Lifetime after lifetime,
Always different, always alone.
A rebel, a seeker, a hummingbird,
Searching for freedom to call my own.
Now I’ve learned to understand,
How to live and how to stand.
I spread my wings, I bring the light,
The hummingbird takes flight.
Hummingbird… never standing still,
Guided by love, by spirit, by will.
Hummingbird… I carry the flame,
Free and eternal, always the same.
Like the hummingbird…
I fly… I return…
I am free.
Untold Stories
When you are young
You live day by day
You have no worries
Or so they say
When you get love that makes you bleed
And miss the love you truly need
You stand in shadows, dressed in shame
And for a long time, feel the blame
Every memory
Is an untold story
An untold story that never ends
Until you speak your memory loud and clear
And face the world
Without the fear
Growing older builds memories each day
“Enjoy your life,” is what they say
But I choose silence, forget and pray
To keep my mind in the present stay
You learn to hide and seek within
Create your world to stop the bleed
The pain grows quiet, locked inside
Waiting in a hollow violence
But someday you can’t hide anymore
The grown-up world is not a store
You can’t choose only what you like
You carry all you lost in life
Every memory
Is an untold story
An untold story that never ends
Until you speak your memory loud and clear
And face the world
Without the fear
Then comes the day you can’t retreat
You have to empty your own store
Break it apart, burn it down
And start to build your own true ground
Make it yours, step by step
Create new memories, don’t forget
Embrace the scars upon your soul
And never let them tear you whole
Every memory is you
Without memory, no present
Without the present, no future
The future starts today
Go live now
It is time to play
Every memory
Is an untold story
An untold story that never ends
when you tell your memory loud and clear
You can face the world, without the fear
the fear
The boy in the yellow sand
VERSE 1
It’s close to 11, when I lay down in the quiet night,
Only my starlight lamp is glowing soft and warm.
I breathe in slowly,
And I call to Guardian,
“Help me meet the child from the photograph…
The smiling child that once was me.”
PRE-CHORUS
My body tightens,
A trembling rises in my stomach,
Light flashes in my mind
As I fall into a moving tunnel…
And then… I’m free.
CHORUS
And I see him…
A little boy on a mountain of yellow sand,
Holding a tiny yellow bulldozer in his hands.
He digs, he plays,
He makes the sound of a tractor,
Lost in his happy little world…
And I smile,
Because I know him.
He is me.
VERSE 2
From a distance I watch him,
Warmth spreading through my chest.
Then he turns around and asks me,
“Who are you… and why are you here?”
“Oh, I’m just walking by,” I say softly,
“And I smiled because you looked so beautiful while playing.”
PRE-CHORUS
He doesn’t like being watched,
So I apologize, step back,
And I turn to walk away…
But then he calls me:
“You can come back.”
My heart tightens.
But I whisper,
“Not now…
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I will return.”
And he nods,
And dives back into his golden world.
CHORUS
And I walk away in a gentle arc,
Not ready to come closer.
Afraid to rush…
Afraid to hurt him…
Afraid to be hurt myself.
I don’t know why—
Only that the moment was not yet ripe.
BRIDGE
So I find a quiet place,
Where I can see him
But he cannot see me.
And there I stand…
Watching him play with fire in his spirit,
So deep in his own universe,
So alive, so pure…
And it moves me to tears.
OUTRO
The boy in the yellow sand…
He is still waiting.
And tomorrow…
I will return.