my body lingers on the way to Heaven
with tired wings, unable to walk
my sould reaches desperate for the light
or for a helping hand to save it from the dark

my mind is dreaming about a better day
a colourful morning, a splendid begininng
my lips are constantly saying a pray
to give me strenght and will to go on

my eyes are searching for your face
to guide me on this road full of tries
my hands are wanting to touch you
because they are tired and hopeless

i need you to dry my eyes full of tears
to heal my soul so wounded and alone
to take my hand and fly me high
to give me hope and make me yours.