The news

Waiting at the telephone
Waiting for the news
Waiting in a certain hope
Waiting, not to lose

How often gave I in?
How often did we lose?
How often have I asked myself
about the way I choose?

I hear the sound,
My heart stands still
And so does time.
Again a friend of mine?

The voice not even there
The heart not even here
The news as black as night
Again we lost, as always when we fight…



By Tom Kenway (Micha)