Thanking you,

Is a blind quest I'm thinking of achieving.

A goal, far away, but worth for bleeding,

Bleeding words, calm, love…

Is it a breeze from the sky?

Is it a breeze in this tiring, hot summer?

A warm wind, smooth, in winters, becoming one with my heart,

A big Thank You carved in the stars.

I'm losing it, losing the feeling of emptiness,

And gaining this feeling of joy, understanding

A friend on my side, a helping hand.

Just a frozen memory in a card,

Maybe that’s what you think today in my life you are,

But no,

You’re more… much more you can think of,

‘Cause maybe I don’t show it,

Maybe I don’t let it out, and say it,

But my heart knows it, and it will whisper it to me,

Whisper the words you said, the times we’ve had,

‘Till the day of my very end.