S - Secret

Shush... Shush...
You told me a secret today,
I gave you my word yesterday,
And you can be sure
I will be annoying you no more.

I also told you my secret, what could I do?
But now what's really important I must tell:
You're my friend, I trust you,
And I'm glad you trust me as well.

Tomorrow is another day

Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day
And I know that tomorrow
Will be better than today…
‘Cause tomorrow is another day.


I felt it coming yesterday
When you didn’t get in my way
I was speechless, no words to say,
That’s what happened yesterday.

This morning I woke up away
Away from this world where people pray
´Cause they still have hope on today,
But I’d lost my hope, anyway.

I just felt you wouldn’t stay,
Felt you had gone away,
Felt I’d be standing alone and then someone would say:
-‘Get out, you’re blocking my way.’


Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day
And I know that tomorrow
Will be better than today…
‘Cause tomorrow is another day.


So even if I had predicted this all
Like it was a visit to the mall
Or just another ordinary fall,
I didn’t know I would fell so small,
Or else I would have given it all.


But tomorrow, Tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day
And I know that tomorrow
Will be better than today…
‘Cause tomorrow is another day.


Good night… God.

[The word ‘God’ must be said using an ironical tone of voice.]

Start over, blank pages

I can still remember…
I was walking down the street
When I found near my feet
This brand new notebook.
I picked it up and it was done,
Oh, not even a second it took
Before grabbing me like a hook.
It was the chance I so much needed
I had hoped for it for so long,
I would finally start over.
Freedom.

Chorus:
Star over, start over
[There’s] no need to worry about the past.
Blank pages, blank pages
My ink of existence will fill them in a blink!

[And] this way I know,
My story will remain,
All my weaknesses from before will be forgotten,
I’ll have a once in a lifetime chance
To do it all again
But this time I know,
I know I’ll do it right.

Chorus:
Star over, start over
[There’s] no need to worry about the past.
Blank pages, blank pages
My ink of existence will fill them in a blink!


My life might pass but the written words will stay
And I know one day,
When my body rests,
My soul will fly high,
Through the pages of immortality,
The ones that were blank that day.
Oh if someone had told me this was possible
I would have taken it as a prank.
I’m the living proof though,
I oppose to the flow,
I don’t know why I got it,
I just know I did,
A second chance was my most precious gift.

Chorus:
Star over, start over
[There’s] no need to worry about the past.
Blank pages, blank pages
My ink of existence will fill them in a blink!

Cryle

With reasons to smile and resons to cry I can either cryile or remain in this numb status I know so well.

Whisper of the past

I can hear the whisper of the past.
It's calling for me but I do not wish to go back.
I don't wanna relive what's long gone - no good could come from that and I feel I will suffer, it's something I won't be able to avoid if I allow myself to go with the melody, with this melody of broken dreams and lost hopes towards which my senses are repulsive but my heart is receptive. This is the proof our heart has nothing of rational -it's commanded by our deepest wishes and commands our lives.
It commands our lives because we let it do so and, when we see the red flashing warning our rationality, doing its job, flashes at us, we ignore it in the hope this time it will be different.
However, deep inside, in the darkest and furthest corner of our being, we know it won't -what are the chances, anyway?
The error of having hope and being mislead is the one we all wish to make- it's the error of not wanting to feel numb, it's the error of being, it's the error of living.
It's living with a whisper of the past.