Oh Lord I'm a tired soul.
It's within those silent rooms I find my restingplace.
I want to close my backdoor and dissapear,
just breathe,
embrace the time that flows through my being.
I want to rest my head within a leaf,
being a leaf, nothing but a leaf,
nobody expecting anything else.
Contemplate the sky and now and then take a nap, let the wind swing me.

Oh Lord I want to rest my soul in your garden,
finding my inner smile, the one that you share...