The raindrops landing on the old window pane
the one with a crack in it
The pine branches dancing in the street light
Melancholy, the birches undresses its branches
Letting their leaves slowly fall to the ground

Thank you for this time

But I feel anything but the gray and raw cold ...

The glow, which remained completely hidden
Forgotten, during the warm months of summer
Hidden under a thick layer of gray ash
has begun to smolder
as the autumn wind caresses life into my skin again

A cold hand on my cheek
Tenderly draws it's fingers through my hair

I close my eyes and smile

My once so cold and jaded heart has slowly begun to beat again
Like a whole marching armys boots thundering in my chest
The mind is dark, filled with languor and persistent
The blood rushing back into my veins, warming me before the cold ones return

Only You can make me feel completely alive

My lips whisper in the wind
Welcome back,
you've been missed my love