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Door To Paradise

It is a cold cloudy night
as always ready to fight
lying in my bed with open eyes
I try to ignore the pain of those nights

I follow my dreams to the land I hope for
open the heavy old door
squeaks with an odd sound
turning it’s wooden old body around

This is where I will hide every night
Until me capable of
fighting my fight
let all things go
fully enjoy the show
door open or forever gone
until no one
hiding

A view of what might become
all the beauty in paradise already been done
flowering green with birds and butterflies
endless blue sky to arise

Oh sun stretching out your loving arms
warm the cold fear in my palms
endless hope and optimism
me dancing and singing the rhyth

This is where I will hide every night
Until me capable of
fighting my fight
let all things go
fully enjoy the show
door open or forever gone
until no one
hiding

Honest feelings and dedication
pure joy of doing things with fascination
There will be falling and impact
No more run away from the fact

life is full of up and down
you might fight for your crown
you’ll be a queen no matter what
a dirty dress is part of the plot

This is where I will hide every night
Until me capable of
fighting my fight
let all things go
fully enjoy the show
door open or forever gone
until no one
hiding

Slowly I begin to understand
I am the one, here where I stand
Behind days of daring
and night dreaming

As long as I hide
I have to fight
once I accept my role
the unknown will take over control

A song about and for my mum who suffers from Parkinson’s disease. This song was made in collaboration with Prof. Bas Bloem. Half of all proceeds will go to research on the benefits of art for people with Parkinson’s. Released on World Parkinson’s Day 2025

For My Mum

She can’t sit still, can’t walk.
Sometimes she runs the stairs up and down.
Suddenly she’s stuck. No turning, no movement.
… It’s done. So it’s hard to see the pain in
your eyes. Confusion that it’s you. But
you still try. It’s hard to see that
this thing inside slowly takes you
away from
love. From
love.

I’m holding your hand so the
shaking would stop. Cuz you’re a proud
woman. You don’t want people to judge,
but let them stare. Yeah. Let them talk.
You’re the bravest one I know. And I’m
proud you’re my mom, but it’s hard to
see the pain in your eyes. Confusion
that hits you. And you still try. It’s
hard to see that this thing
inside slowly takes you
away.
Oh,
away from
us.

Body freezes up while your mouth
shakes away. So much you want to tell me
and nothing you can say. I lay next to you.
… We’re staring outside. These roll over face.
And I can feel you’re giving up, but it’s hard to
see the pain in your eyes. Confusion
that it’s you. And you still
hard to see that this thing
inside slowly takes you away.
away from
us.

Oh, where
where do you draw the line?
When is it too hard to still try?
When when does it stop?
When has she suffered enough?
Cuz it’s hard to see the pain inyour
eyes. Confusion. Let it. But you always
try. It’s hard to see that this thing
inside slowly takes you away.
Oh, away
from
love.