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.
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
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
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
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
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
