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.
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
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
