Spring always comes, always, even should I not believe in it.
I don’t need faith.
And summer comes as well, because the seasons change eternally.
I never needed faith.
But also winter comes, and winter came.
Winter came to us, winter came to my heart, and now I needed faith.
My heart is not accustomed to seasons, my heart is not the earth.
My heart is not eternal.
My heart is fragile, and it is childish, and it is stubborn.
And my heart had no faith.
But my soul had faith, my soul did know, my soul did wait.
Wait for my heart to stop crying, to hear her voice, to listen to reason.
Like a ray of light she did shine through the treetops,
did shine through the leaves, and reached the ground.
The ground where my heart was waiting, where the little girl was waiting.
Where she was waiting for the warmth, for the light, and for the hope.
And faith came light as a fairy, and lead her out of the forest.
The fairy lead her towards light, out of the dark, onto the sunny meadows.
The meadows, where someone will be waiting for me, waiting to take my hand.
Where someone will be waiting for you, to take your hand.
The place where all hearts and souls are one,
the place where we unite, and where we part.
The place where we always just are.
The place where we always only love.