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.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
