My amor is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the mais I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed por her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much mais in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What mais miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle fogo with wonderful device
Such is the power of amor in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the mais I entreat
Or how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed por her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much mais in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What mais miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle fogo with wonderful device
Such is the power of amor in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time
The end of the summer is here again.
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
who am i to you ? who am i to you? i gave my life time to you.. so who am i to you? what you think about me? what you think about me? i am always thinking about you..so what you think about me?
what do you do for me ? what do you do for me? i will do anything for you .. so what do you do for me?
do you ever loved me? do you ever loved me?
i am always loving you.. so do you ever loved me?
do you ever ask pergunta about me? do you ever ask pergunta about me? i am always asking about you..so do you ever ask pergunta about me?
please answer my question.. please answer my pergunta ...i am always answering your pergunta even for your coração beat.. so please answer my pergunta my love..
She Doesn't Know
por Cody Herman
Through the window I stare seguinte door
When is she coming out
She's the only one I adore
But then why do I doubt
Her hair is golden like the sun
Shining bright and strong for all to see
She looks at me and I'm undone
I didn't foresee that she was the one for me
Why do I hesitate
It wasn't too long ago
My coração beats at a faster rate
But she doesn't know
The power she has over me
I putty in her hands
She just couldn't leave me be
Her wish is my command
When will I find the courage
To tell her how I feel
Am I able to break this bridge
Will I stand or I kneel
I can't do it
I'm afraid she'll say no
I need to get a grip
She still doesn't know
por Cody Herman
Through the window I stare seguinte door
When is she coming out
She's the only one I adore
But then why do I doubt
Her hair is golden like the sun
Shining bright and strong for all to see
She looks at me and I'm undone
I didn't foresee that she was the one for me
Why do I hesitate
It wasn't too long ago
My coração beats at a faster rate
But she doesn't know
The power she has over me
I putty in her hands
She just couldn't leave me be
Her wish is my command
When will I find the courage
To tell her how I feel
Am I able to break this bridge
Will I stand or I kneel
I can't do it
I'm afraid she'll say no
I need to get a grip
She still doesn't know
You said...
You said
you would
try to make
this up.
You said
you wanted
me por your side.
You said
I would be happy,
I would be
happy this time.
You said.
You said
you wanted
the fresh start
for us,
you said
you wanted us
back,
you wanted
me back.
You promised.
You said
you would
try,
you said
that things
would be better
this time,
you said
I would feel
better
from now.
Remember,
you said.
No mais tears,
you said,
no more
empty words,
remember?
You said.
You said
you wanted
a fresh start
for us.
You said,
no mais pain,
you said,
no more.
And no mais lies
now I say,
sell them
some where else.
Broken promises,
that's all
you gave,
no mais pain,
that's what
you said.
THe world is cruel,
when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.
we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make
and that one dia someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate you for who you are,
because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader
because I have brown eyes
because you have white skin
because I have two dads
because you have one mom and no dad
because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish
And why will people do this?
Because the world is a cruel place.
None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge you by.
when we are young we ride above the clouds in the bubble of innocence
but as we age we begin to sense the pain behind our parents faces
we see then that really, not everyone is nice.
we begin to understand that "your not invited to my birthday party" is the deadliest threat we can make
and that one dia someone will hate me for who I am and someone will hate you for who you are,
because your not a cheerleader
because I am a cheerleader
because I have brown eyes
because you have white skin
because I have two dads
because you have one mom and no dad
because your grandparents were Chinese
because I'm Jewish
And why will people do this?
Because the world is a cruel place.
None of these things are true about me, they are simply examples of the stupid things people will judge you by.
you seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows you
like a hook,
won't let you go,
won't leave you alone.
You smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that you hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves you not,
you don't see the angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give you a strength.
You long for life
that you don't know of,
you seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.
