Call to me,
When mornings dew has lifted
And the sun rakes the green fields;
Tell me the olden stories,
When starts litter the sail of night
And the moon hangs unattainably remote.
Talk to me,
Cause I feel the need to listen,
To feel kind thoughts being raised,
When the shiver of old memories
Upsets me, when this life
Makes me want to scream.
Help me dream,
Cause in dreams my mind can soar.
When I wake up in the middle of the night,
Because nightmares haunt me,
I want someone to hold me,
To take me by the hands
I stretch pleadingly