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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
