Ming
Øyvind Osa
She was hiding from the fire
Lost her love - a high strung wire
She made herself a promise
don't return until they forget
She was so fragile
Like a vase from Ming -yes the poor thing
Told her mirror "he is mine"
So alone so sad I'll be just fine
Her name was hard but stuck like glue
All had changed and life went blue
From the big house in the country
The dream went totally elementry
The trip to town was always so painful
Could not forget her past but she tried
Buried herself in tons of work
The trip to town was always so painful
Some day I'll dig myself out of the dirt