Raise Myself
Raindrops fell on my bare back as I was walking along
My throat was dry and my legs did hurt because the road was very long
I had been living a life I didn’t want, and so I moved on
They had been telling me all my life what life was about, but they were wrong

I came to a calm river with a stone bridge and willow trees
As I was beyond thirsty, I went down on my knees
I rested my back against a giant trunk and I looked out over the water
I was tired but happy, because I had been a slave, and now I was my own daughter

Now I could raise myself
Raise myself, raise myself
Now I could raise myself
Raise myself, raise myself
From my own hell

The landscape changed before my eyes as I was drenched in thought
I was thinking about the good and the bad and the wars that I had fought
The oceans and the rivers and the lakes felt easy to evaporate in my burning chest
I was thinking to drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine, but that night I felt too blessed

Now I could raise myself
Raise myself, raise myself
Now I could raise myself
Raise myself, raise myself
From my own hell

Writing a golden letter to the waves of the sea
Pain is all around and the wind is blowing hard over me
I’m lying on my back in the grass and the night is over me
The loneliness of the night itself is my treasury – Oh!

I’m going down to the lake, down to the lake
I’m going down to the lake, down to the lake
I’m going down to the lake, down to the lake
I’m going down to the lake, down to the lake

I could raise myself
Raise myself, raise myself
Well, I could raise myself
Raise myself, raise myself
From my own hell

Music & lyrics: Lars Eriksson