Sometimes, I hear a music, as if there is a God above trying to reach me
Trying to cuddle me, whispering:
It's gonna be okay. It will.

Sometimes, I wish He could hug me tight... Oh, how I miss a hug
and put me in to sleep... until the day when it is..
and then I realise, all the good things in my life, and I no longer crave to miss none of these days.

Somehow, in His silenced way,
He managed to fix me, gently,
consoling my grief, and reminding me, what I've forgotten.
and that's the greatest achievement,
the sense that, you can allways have the strenght to keep believing, at the end of every hard day