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.
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
