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.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
