Sitting on her bed staring at the sky, conjuring up hope to keep it together
Sitting on the bed looking up to ABBA, longing for a pat on the back
Can you hear me, my deepest thoughts, she wonders, can you tell what’s working me up
…
The soothing sound of the wind, the gentle breeze a sign of possibility.
I’ll be okay for You ABBA, I will try…
