No Trace of Ice

Please, give me strength and so much, so much luck and a soul that is pure, with no trace of ice... No wounds and no scars from a past life, no memory of hurt, of each knife driven in... I want to be myself again, to live with a soul that is pure, I want to see the sun again in a stranger's eyes... I want to believe again in myself and in you — that stranger among people who saw me, just me... Please, give me strength and so much, so much luck and a soul that is pure, with no trace of ice...