Little taps against my windowsill
so pleasing, pleasing,
teasing, teasing
sweet rain falling, gently falling
singing me to sleep
Like carrying me in his loving arms
carrying me to dreamland
like a musical melody~

Maybe I'm strong enough to stand on my own,
And maybe I'm to weak to try trusting once more.
Maybe I'm brave enough  to fight alone for my life.
And maybe I'm to coward to run for my dream.
Who knows...

I seek for it all the time,
I walk the roads looking.
Searching for a spark
The will reanimate me.

That one spark would be
The reason I live on
The prize I fight for
The music of my heart.

And no, that's not love,
I  wanna hurt myself no more.
And no, that's not hatred,
I've plenty of it for sure.

It's just a dream,
Someone else distant land,
Where I could stay forever,
There I would find my place.

It's just an idea,
A sacred treasure of wind's.
That could care about in peace.
That I could bring to life with a wish.

So won't you give me a spark,
I swear my freedom I'll defend.
I will transform into my breath,
So it can guide through the summer pain.