Hello my friend!It’s late and I want to sleepBut I just can’t make it to my bedI’ve got a brand-new song on my screenIt’s called Miracle HealingI read it on a sign somewhere in Port of Spain(29. 4. 2000)I remember a bright-blue-colonial buildingFor me it looked like the entrance to paradiseA place full of smiling people, a place full of happinessI was dreaming to go there Instead of doing the interview & receive…A miracle healing of innocence & ectasyDreams of independenceLove, caress & energyThe circle & square, sound & vision, angels are singingYou’re gonna burn in hell no moreYou’re gonna burn in hell no more…Are you sure what to think of me?Do you know how I should be?Is there any damn explanation for this world?And what kind of healing would I need?Only one thing I know is that I need some helpI must finish this song to find it all outA miracle healing…Hello my friend!It’s late and I want to sleepAnd I’m sitting here all alone with my ghosts toniteI don’t know what to write to youI just want to say that I’m thinking of youAnd I hope that you’re alrightI am, well, …better I think it must be because of this letterAnd if it’s not so then I really don’t have a clueIf I slept for a thousand years Would you dig inside my pyramid?Would you resurrect me from the deadWould you light up my darknesswould you give me…a miracle healing…?