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.
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
