If my soul suffers so much.
I lie down and sleep, dream, forget.
I let my soul fly over the clouds.
Indifferent and free.
Sometimes I wish I could slip into eternity.
But then an angel leads quite gently
My soul back to me.
And surrounded by the gentle touch of the angel
I create power.
There I lie,
Kissed by an angel,
Lost in that moment.
If my soul suffers so much,
An angel puts his protective hands around it
And wait until she heals.
I never forget this touch.
My soul warms
Makes my heart beat faster.
I'm all over again.