The moon is reflected in my eyes.
Tears rolling down the ground.
In my hair tangled are the stars
and the wind robbing all my words and sound.
Around me gentle butterflies are dancing.
The fireflies are bathing in my tears.
Again their sad song the crickets start to sing
and my consciousness is locked with fears.
Come to me with wings of light.
From my melancholy you save me.
I don’t wanna live in solitude and fright
and so for me to live with vigor gift me.