Each day you cried,
You are getting stronger and stronger.
Each day I saw you there,
I'm getting better and better,
The pain always gone,
When I saw you there...
I know I have to believe,
You'll always remain and stay to be you.
I eliminated the others,
Out of my heart,
Not her.
She was to good,
To stand in me.
I sit there,
Under the tree,
And the leaves are flying,
I'm writing my books,
Of notes,
Where each letter,
Means everything I felt,
I saw and I reached.
And she was fill up with the ink,
Of my heart.
When I hear the bell rings,
I know lessons begin,
But I was dreaming,
And I don't see what's in front,
But....
I see her.
She was being nice to me,
And I was being that way.
Pretending like I do know everything,
But I don't know about her,
She was too different and,
Simply unique.
February is coming,
Each days always got better,
When I look forward for more files,
I realize,
There are lot more of things...
I didn't expect.
There is this book,
Was kept silently in the drawer,
Of my desk.
As I open the first page I see,
Lots of difference,
Lots of changes,
Of myself.
Begin from an idiot 13 years old kid,
Kept bagging and complaining,
Hate himself,
Being bad,
And being blind.
When I look myself in the mirror,
There was this changes I made,
And I made a statement,
What I felt before was a lesson,
Just as I learned now,
And I do know,
That....
There is no more tears anymore,
And I won't be greedy,
But I'll be very thankful for God,
Because he give me the time...
What if I couldn't make it? To change myself.....
I don't see deep in myself,
I judge me by my position,
My gift from God,
And I said,
Life was unfair,
And God was unfair.
' I cry and cry, God is blind and He don't care, He never know what I feel, Or maybe he was heartless, Like I do... I hate to be me.... Who am I? I'm not one in a million, I'm just last for the last. I was faking a smile, Just like I do with my feelings, I hate to smile, What do I get? Right God?'
Till now,
I didn't throw away those books,
Now that I see,
And I'm stating....
God listen to us,
He's not blind to see...
But I was...
God gave me a lot of gift...
A gift of words,
A gift of a pair of eyes.
And He made me a wish comes true.
I want a great start and a great talent.
After a couple of day.
I received a camera from my beloved sister,
There I do realize,
Something change....
No not something.....
Things change....
And I wonder Liz...
Are you crying again like before?
I do but my tears are all dry.
I'm not blind to see, I'm not blind to feel, I'm not blind to understand, Because I see, There's no more tears.
You are getting stronger and stronger.
Each day I saw you there,
I'm getting better and better,
The pain always gone,
When I saw you there...
I know I have to believe,
You'll always remain and stay to be you.
I eliminated the others,
Out of my heart,
Not her.
She was to good,
To stand in me.
I sit there,
Under the tree,
And the leaves are flying,
I'm writing my books,
Of notes,
Where each letter,
Means everything I felt,
I saw and I reached.
And she was fill up with the ink,
Of my heart.
When I hear the bell rings,
I know lessons begin,
But I was dreaming,
And I don't see what's in front,
But....
I see her.
She was being nice to me,
And I was being that way.
Pretending like I do know everything,
But I don't know about her,
She was too different and,
Simply unique.
February is coming,
Each days always got better,
When I look forward for more files,
I realize,
There are lot more of things...
I didn't expect.
There is this book,
Was kept silently in the drawer,
Of my desk.
As I open the first page I see,
Lots of difference,
Lots of changes,
Of myself.
Begin from an idiot 13 years old kid,
Kept bagging and complaining,
Hate himself,
Being bad,
And being blind.
When I look myself in the mirror,
There was this changes I made,
And I made a statement,
What I felt before was a lesson,
Just as I learned now,
And I do know,
That....
There is no more tears anymore,
And I won't be greedy,
But I'll be very thankful for God,
Because he give me the time...
What if I couldn't make it? To change myself.....
I don't see deep in myself,
I judge me by my position,
My gift from God,
And I said,
Life was unfair,
And God was unfair.
' I cry and cry, God is blind and He don't care, He never know what I feel, Or maybe he was heartless, Like I do... I hate to be me.... Who am I? I'm not one in a million, I'm just last for the last. I was faking a smile, Just like I do with my feelings, I hate to smile, What do I get? Right God?'
Till now,
I didn't throw away those books,
Now that I see,
And I'm stating....
God listen to us,
He's not blind to see...
But I was...
God gave me a lot of gift...
A gift of words,
A gift of a pair of eyes.
And He made me a wish comes true.
I want a great start and a great talent.
After a couple of day.
I received a camera from my beloved sister,
There I do realize,
Something change....
No not something.....
Things change....
And I wonder Liz...
Are you crying again like before?
I do but my tears are all dry.
I'm not blind to see, I'm not blind to feel, I'm not blind to understand, Because I see, There's no more tears.
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