Nobody Home

by Bénne

I tried to phone

He was home alone

Cold was the winter nights

And in his house he had no lights

I tried to phone that I was coming home

I got home and opened the door

I got home and saw he was gone

Us in the world

by Bénne

It’s only us left in this world

We trapped in this glass called life

And memories don’t seem to ring a bell

I know this winter is like a knife

But I promise you it can cause us no wounds

We will make it like they did

Soon we will see the flowers bloom

Little brother, have faith for this is not our doom