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'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
