Life can be smoothly
Cruel and silent
As now I lay on the arms
Of the blind fate

Nothing can make me
Awake of this black dreaming
But I can, if I try
Feel you here

Take me in your arms
And cry a little more
Your warm tears
Painting rivers over my skin

Small shining lights are
Saying I'm going to die
But inside me there's life,
There's something called life

Here I am, here I am
Waiting for your call
Waiting for your love
Beyond any reason

Try to awake me, my love
Try it once more
I can hear you, I can feel you
I still can dream you here

Please whisper my name
Once again
And I will follow your
Quiet voice from here



(by Dickinson)