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 one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
