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 remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
