The beginning is always dark
full of things to slip on
now i have a light that is my mark
i will find within this darkness my dawn

Our quiet whispers are heard 
only by the free roaming emotions
my only wish is to become high flying bird
and and traverse over this great ocean

that seperates our blood and flesh
but it cannot stop our words our feelings
and with every emotional carress
we can feel the darkness peeling

away from our eyes 
allowing us to see through the abyss 
through the very skies
i would move the world for merely the thought of your kiss

these feelings that i hold
what is it that makes to me you so dear
i know never again will i feel cold
i await you, within the new year