”[...] So what is that motivates us? To be better, gentler, more refined. I like to think its those close to us. Close to the heart and soul. Those who carried you to the car after you’ve puked on their shoes. Those who took the blame for breaking the window, when it was you who cast the stone. Those who will be by your side when reality knocks on your door of both and bad. But more importantly those whose stories you will share with your kids, and grandkids, and their kids, and their grandkids, in hopes to somehow keep this all alive. Chivalry, decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strength. How will you be remembered? ”
You make me so hot, make me wanna drop. It’s so ridiculous, I can barely stop, I can hardly breathe. You make me wanna scream…
My dream is too big, but maybe… No, maybe not. He will not do, but I like to dream. I likehaving you always near, even if not true. It makes me feel better, happier, makes me smile. I like to hear you sing because it motivates me to look ahead and take big steps and determined. Just thinking about you breathing, my heart fails. Just think of your embrace, my legs falter. Just thinking about one day to see you again, I feel like crying. I want to sleep,and wake up only when you are close to you again… And this time I want is not in a dream.
“This fragile game, it’s like a train that’s headed nowhere, it never stops and I can’t see the exit sign…”
