Soulprints

Fear and Happiness (Englisch)

I'm scared
Scared of my future
Sometimes at least
Scared of my thoughts
From time to time
Scared of what's happening
All around the world
Well, in short, just scared

But something
Which I can not name
Takes away my fear every day
Something quite stange:
Happiness

Why is that strange?
Because I'm feeling happy
By seing the read of the Authumn leafs
By feeling the cold of November
By enjoying the delicious taste of pasta
Just by experiencing life in its pureness.

But is that justified?
Isn't it innocent
To feel happy about things like that?
Isn't it strange?

My friend once told me
She could not be happy
About such everyday things.
For me
It's nothing but
The greatest miracle
Of all time.

Strange or not,
This is my life
These are my feelings.
And as long as I'm happy
Could it be wrong?