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.
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
