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                                                                               Spejlstorm

                                                                                                                        Ord & musik: Tom Lundén

                                                                                       Der var en mand i en lille båd
                                                                                       som styrede uden kurs og råd. -
                                                                                       han havde sejlet havet tyndt
                                                                                       men følte han lige var begyndt,-
                                                                                       han havde set hvert eneste land
                                                                                       og prøvet alt dét mennesker kan
                                                                                       han ville sejle til han blev fri
                                                                                       han følte livet gik ham forbi.

                                                                                       Han var alene på sin båd
                                                                                       & når folk bad om vej eller råd
                                                                                       var munden lukket med syv sejl
                                                                                       hans eneste selskab var et spejl. -
                                                                                       Han følte han holdt folket for nar
                                                                                       når han ikke selv vidste hvem han var
                                                                                       han betvivlede alt han havde set
                                                                                       & ville forstå det som var sket.

                                                                                       En nat da han havde rundet Skagen
                                                                                       sejled han ind i en orkan, -
                                                                                       han måtte krampe med vejr & vind
                                                                                       han kæmped dog mest med sit eget sind. -
                                                                                       Han følte sig klemt bag sit pandeben
                                                                                       hans fødder var tunge som kampesten,
                                                                                       da bølgerne lagde sig én for én
                                                                                       havde havet klaret mandens problem.

                                                                                      Solen fejede skyerne bort
                                                                                      hver enkelt bølge glimtede kort
                                                                                      & i kahyttens rasende rod
                                                                                       lå stumper af glas hvor spejlet før stod.