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)

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