standing at the crossroad...
looking where the winds do blow...
was touched by the soul...
did not think but chose the road...
following the silver wind blow...
as the snow falls and touch the heart...
see it turn to silver drops and...

feel the heart drink the sweetest tears of stars...
and sense them turn to golden drink of love...
and see the day turn gold...
and then you know it's where you do belong...

John Carrie