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.
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
