emotions, put down into letters

          does anything else matter?

Why do the people never know

That you cares about how they are?

Is this only time in its constant flow

Or are their hearts cold and too far?

Though I always look, if I was happy

I'm soon only a scream from inside

Never showing (to protect you) my inner worries

I'm maybe going to lose my mind

And let's howl at the autumn moon
Nobody knows, what's coming soon
So forget in howling all your great sorrow
Let us dream together till tomorrow
Under the silver streams of the autumn moon...