Touch my soul.

The autumn has come 
the wind is getting colder 
and is the winters son.

My house is my carpet
I'm not listening to my loneliness.
I'm living my life,
and maybe the future will bring me a wife.

The ego want me down
I surrender myself to my soul.
I open up myself and let people in, 
This is where I have to begin.

People come and people go,
What's hurting me is not what I want. 
My love is getting bigger, and so much to give
I'll find one woman, where I want to live. 

My music touches my soul
where the grieving feelings controls my tears.
I will survive and getting stronger
I'll not be closed no longer.

Share your smile and share you laughter
maybe we will be happy ever after.