Can I feel it again?

They say it's a disease.

Still some say it's a meaning to life.

How badly I need that soothing breeze,

That passes the face when it comes to your life.

Can I feel it again?

Or shall this remain barren?

How much shall I wait?

To see the earth get wet?

And feel the joy of ecstasy.

Then spare a smile to my cozy.