Autumn days

Inside Roar
Autumn days

Black birds sit in the branches again,
cold in the morning, golden icicles fall on the ground.
My soul has grown dark and I'm afraid she's waiting around the corner
my unhappiness and everyday reality.

I am waiting for love, I stretch my arms and want to hug.
Days gray to send somewhere, I'm waiting.
Feel the warm palm and caress again.

In the morning, the frost draws flowers on the windows,
I can barely hold a cup of coffee
and I don't know if he gave or should give.
I don't feel cold from your hands anymore
the heat that once warmed me.

I want a different fire, I want a different passion
another hand to caress me.
I want to have somewhere to snuggle and have someone to live for.

I'm waiting, I stretch my arms, I want to hug.
The sun will rise again from gray days.
Warm coffee, warm hand.
I want to get involved again.