Days were days,andmonths just months,but to metime became an abyss of longing.In the darkest part of
Days were days,andmonths just months,but to metime became an abyss of longing.In the darkest part of the darkest nightIsuddenlyremembered:This is who I am.I bow to no onebut one who sets me free.**************************************Dear friends,your letters never stopped coming during all these months of silence. I missed you, and I missed the melodies of the songs of my heart to you.Timidly, like a doe in the misty forest, I now find my way back home. -- source link