The Guard`s Lament
She is standing here before me
a baby at her side.
The only thing that`s carrying her
the old Norwegian pride.
The big blue eyes are begging
for answers I can`t give.
It seems like she is asking
for a reason just to live.
"My husband, he was out there
on that rig that fell.
Is he among the saved, guard?
I have to know, please tell."
My throat is tightly closing up
and I have trouble speaking.
What I mumble I don`t know
I see that she is breaking.
Her head is bent, she walks away
the tears are freely spurting.
I feel as if I cheated her
Oh, God, how that is hurting.