Kind

By Johannes Schneeberg

 

I think she likes me. And I like her.

I am surprised, she’s keeping connected.

It looks like something is going on, we don’t know.

I should hide, but I have to show.

And she is coming back, taking notice of me.

 

I never met a person like her, opening her heart to a stranger like this.

I am wondering, because although she is not here, I haven’t anything left to miss.

 

Her Spirit touched me. And I hope so did mine.

But I will not expect that as far as I can.

She makes me see colors, wanting me her to join them too.

I just came out of deep sorrow and I went through hell.

I thought it was an evil spell and some bad curse.

But my sight has changed since I know her.

 

My Soul is black, as black as this night, with the new moon.

I thought, to own a black soul is something negative.

Since I met you, my blackest thoughts become white.

And it’s the first time in all of my life. Black is beautiful.

I don’t know, what is happening to me.

But knowing you, makes me feel free.

 

I was feeling blue, I played the blues.

But I looked into the deep blue sea.

With tears in my eyes, because we are destroying it’s beauty.

It is just because of you and I don’t know what to do.

That I will go on and fight for life,  love and harmony.

 

You are so kind and you don’t leave me blind

I feel your respect and I am amazed of you.

I’m looking forward and I am a beginner too.

I feel so young like I never did before.

But I will never ask for more.

 

To have a black soul means more than blue means to be blue.

I can see the difference now, different meanings and it is amazing for me.

I never knew I could feel like this again, but it happened, ‘cause of you.

And I have to write this song, won’t do nothing wrong, no more.

 

My Appreciation for you is young and new and strong, but I know it will be growing.

I might be afraid, but I don’t have no fear.

That is, what I already got from you without nothing, was more I expected ever to get.

I am so surprised, feeling wonderful like never before.

Is there a star shining at new moon? Never, but only for me.

I want to call her name. I call her Beautiful, because it is you.

 

 

Written by Johannes Schneeberg

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