(Från helgon)
*Till Min Nicke*
***Far from the worn path of reason
Further away from the sane
He battles his shadows and demons
Fighting to light the way***
***And the dust and the dirt cloud his vision
Onward he rides unafraid
He fights the good fight for good reason
A star that refuses to fade***
***Though he may appear tattered and broken
His soul is so tired and bare
Still he glows like the flame of a candle
With passion of one who still cares***