Written in 2019 and produced in 2020

1 Tomorrow I will be fourtysix
It´s a number, just a number
I told my friend Doris, it´s so wonderful
We have all, we have all
My mama´s gone six month ago,
I´s standing in our parent´s door and cried
The day I´d always feared had come
How shall I live without my mum

​2 Even if they ´re gone they´re in your mind
with their words and their faces
everyone who ´s ever really loving you
has built you up, has built you up
I see my mama´s tiny hands
She used to offer me her help, so near
I hear her soft voice on the phone
When she was kindly asking me
What´s going on, my dear?

Chorus: The passage of time/  is nothing to stop/ is nothing to hide
Is nothing to deal with/ is nothing to criticize/ it´s just to realize  
The passage of time/  is nothing to stop/ is nothing to hide
Is nothing to deal with/ is nothing to criticize/ it´s just to realize                         

3 My little sister ´ll get her second son
In a week, in a week
The two little boys will bring a lot of fun
On christmas eve, on christmas eve
My love is gonna organize
some fine food from the countryside
Roman´s gonna bring the drinks
And Simon´s gonna arrange the christmas tree,  we´ll see …

Chorus: The passage of time/  is nothing to stop/ is nothing to hide
Is nothing to deal with/ is nothing to criticize/ it´s just to realize
The passage of time/  is nothing to stop/ is nothing to hide
Is nothing to deal with/ is nothing to criticize/ it´s just to realize   

voice impro

Chorus: The passage of time/ is nothing to stop/ is nothing to hide
nothing to deal with/ nothing to criticize/ it´s just to realize
The passage of time/ is nothing to stop/ is nothing to hide
nothing to deal with/ nothing to criticize/ it´s just to realize

Unter die schmerzvolle Trauer mischte sich sehr bald die nüchterne Erkenntnis, dass das Leben unverblümt weitergeht und die Erde sich auch ohne meine geliebte Mama weiterdreht. Was geblieben ist,  ist die tiefe Verbindung zu ihr und die Stärke, die ich durch sie all die Jahre gewonnen habe. Irgendwann, nach einem See von Tränen wusste ich, dass es nur eine Richtung gibt, die ich wählen muss, um wieder Freude zu haben, nämlich vorwärts …
Danke Mama, ich vermisse Dich sehr.