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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<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
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
