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.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
