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<
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
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I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
