You ask an empty room where to find happiness,
But silence is an aswer, which is possible.
You drown again, fell absolutely helpless,
Although thinking you're insubmersible.
How can you live, when you are tired of waiting
And turning as a squirrel in a wheel?
Showing the others that you are so happy,
While being totally unable just to to feel.
- Where are you? Maybe there are miles between us?
Or just some metres tear us apart...
- No, you can find me in a world of dreamers
Among the milky rivers and sun yards.
And in a tulip forest we will meet,
I am a speck of dust dropped on your shirt,
Sparkling as joyful tear on your cheek,
Last petal of a camomile you hurt.
I'm here with you in an empty room.
Open the door and let me in, my dear.
And life will shine and beatifully bloom,
As the first ray of sunrise turns back fears.