My heart cries

My heart is crying, heavy with rain clouds
enclose it with an iron hand.
My heart is crying, the anxious soul
get their fingers burned.

Where can I find the key to the gate
unlock the rainbow?
Where is the bridge to the meadows,
where the happiness sprout flowers?

Anyone who shows me the way back to my own heart?
In which of the hidden chambers
I find it again
my own happiness?

Hope, in which foreign country you are traveling,
You have by leaving iced all of my feelings.
Sunshine of love come back.
Help me to seek it, the lost happiness.

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Copyright © 1999 by Petra Heierhoff