People face with their fears sooner or later
First a rush fills the heart
People face with their fears sooner or later
Like me
I was neither afraid of dark rooms
Nor witches in tales;
Not like i was afraid of being without you
I have seen dead ends
I have travelled many places
But i was never lost like i am in you
Believe me i was never lost like i am in you
Little by little close your eyes
Slowly give me your hands
I will hold them i will hear you once again
Little by little close your eyes
Slowly give me your hands
I will hold them i will hear you once again
I will know the value of this love