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.
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
