J’avais pour colorer de rose le morose
Semé derrière moi des graines de sourire
Qui lentement se sont mises à mourir,
Qui dans le chagrin n’ont pas trouvé l’osmose
J’avais pour détruire la colère éphémère
Planté derrière moi un pommier
Qui rapidement se mit à pleurer
Qui perdit jusqu’au gout de la terre
Sur les cadavres dansent les grabataires
Et sur les tombes sales, la poussière
Poussière qui meurt, poussière qui pleure
Poussière qui hait, poussière qui se leurre
Poussière qui espère, poussière qui ose
Espérer voir dans la ruine fleurir une rose.
Hope is a candle in a sea of darkness, eagerly awaiting the sun.
Trust is a drop of the purest water, in an ocean full of desert sand.
Loyalty is the assurance of your own two feet, that you will stand.
Love is a bubbling geyser; filling, and rushing to overflowing.
Empathy is a mother's love, from someone that you don't know.
Peace is an ocean of glass-like water, that ripples of war cannot move.
Honesty is a pure wine, with no dregs to ruin the taste.
Do not weep for me now
For I am back in my mother’s arms
Do not morn another day
For I walk in peace
With those who have been waiting in the light
To share their everlasting love
Do not be saddened
For I have been blessed with your love
And carry it in my heart
To my new plain of existence
Do not be afraid
For I am a part of the light that shines down upon you
And brightens your way towards your future
Do not feel lonely
For I am the one who will watch over and protect you
Until we again walk hand in hand
To our eternal place of peace
Fear and terror
hopes and dreams
a smile so bright
and aspirations so right
stiching together the seams
of a brand new life.
in what dark recesses of torture remain
exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain
to keep us sane and deliver us from evil
so goes the creed of an everlasting people
unending doubt resonates to be
impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream
scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk
prevention of fortune in a world of luck
forever told from stories past
eerily reminiscent of perpetual task
systems of new destroyed wisdom once known
for all apart of a world unsown
grimmace and malice plagued once more
in dire times that conjured vile scorn
but it was hope that was given once last chance
now grows a tree from the seed of our past
When I was young,
I was so carefree,
At least that’s how
It seems to me,
Ain’t it sad
How things turn out to be?
Full of hope,
Full of passionate dreams,
A thrilling new world
Lay right before me,
Ain’t it sad
How things turn out to be?
Glass half full,
Then it’s half empty,
My mood can change
So very unpredictably,
Ain’t it sad
How things turn out to be?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57MUtZbXChM
Beating Heart Part 2
Verse 1:
I can feel your heartbeat
Whenever you are with me.
Little did I know
That this would be
My first and last love.
You’re everything I need and want.
Chorus:
Even if I fall in love
With somebody else,
You’re my everything.
No one else compares.
It just won’t work out
As much as we love each other.
‘Cause this beating heart
Is your’s to keep.
Verse 2:
I get tired of waiting.
We both met when
We were young.
It felt right.
Everything fell into place.
‘Cause this is our love story.
Bridge:
When I first met you,
I felt like I knew you.
It was so natural
For both of us
To be together.
Don’t let me go
‘Cause this beating heart
Belongs to only you.
I want to be in your arms forever,
Resting my head on your lovely chest
I want to be a baby again
In your warm cuddle and embrace