It's Possible - Piero Piccioni, Catherine Howe

Look at me alone

Running through meadows where the grass doesn’t grow

For me the night is empty

And over here

Quiet and so cold

Silent and afraid

Is love left at all?

It’s possible

But it’s quiet and so cold

Silent and afraid

Is love left at all?

It’s possible

One time running through the green grass

I could gather millions of flowers

One time there was love

Stars were gleaming bright in the sky

Lights were warm

I need wind and rain

I need to feel love running round in my brain

I need to see the space of earth, outside

Moving ‘round my soul

Telling me it’s possible

Now I’m here alone

Facing the drak don’t want to know

I’ll find the way to change it

It’s possible

I’ll find the right way

Oh you now it’s possible

It’s possible