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.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
