Raindrops fall on my face
feel your presence
nothing makes sense anymore
Help me to feel
Help me to heal
The Wind is turning
You bring my world to a standstill
The feathers in front of me
showing me the way
towards your castle in the forest
I wish you could hear my heartbeat
This burning feeling inside is telling me,
you are the one
Wishing for you to return the Love
Will you open the door?
Raindrops fall on my face
feel your presence
nothing makes sense anymore
Help me to feel
Help me to heal
Peace ~ Love & Light
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