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.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
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
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
