Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growth
and overloaded with treasure and souvenirs.
Every new step arrives out of all steps taken,
My face presents my history,
my brown eyes are jewels I cannot pawn.
I am the map of the campaign,
each ancestor has his flag,
The taste of individual beauty born of a collective effort,
every day my soul claps its hands, and sings,
consumed by the joy of a rich heritage
and all days are better than all yesterdays.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
