My life is like the way I walk:
So little that no one can see.
And when I decide to stand up and talk
Everybody seems to ignore me.

But I keep walking and don’t look back
Until I have reached the light.
The way behind me is sad and black,
But I go on till it’s out of sight.

And what I don’t know is what is ahead.
It could be an open highway.
Or it could get even darker instead
It depends on what I will say.
Fólk er fífl