| YOUR FACE When I'm thinking of what's left of you I tell about the picture in a silver frame but when I look for a while as I often do I say Hi and call you by your name. Your name, mom, brings back the memory of so many things of our past I don't wait for and audience to be just want us being together to last. Even though you can't really see me I do visit you every single day I know that you are fine, being free sometimes I have to wipe a tear away. And if if there's chairs around still I do not take a seat I'm standing silently and whisper a sound when I try to tell you you're sweet. Some flowers I've put near your face they're fresh and look as beautiful as you I know, no one can ever take your place and to be honest, I think you know it too. Sad days I can't prevent to come even if I'm really trying to do my best I neither know where they're coming from for I hate those days; they disturb my rest You know I'm strong, well, I do try but in sad days I can't hold back my tears; I'm glad that not everyone knows why I do talk to you, for you never talk back. I wish I had told you so much before; everything that was right there, hidden in my heart, but it doesn't matter anymore because we're never ever far apart..... Lya |
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| IMAGINE If the million tears I cried would be tokens and God would give credit for all my pain.. I certainly would pay my journey to wherever you are so we could meet to bring you back home again. But all the tears I cried; they are no tokens and I know God gives no reward for all my pain.. I cannot find my way to where you are andI know I've lost my way again. My cries, sometimes so anxious; they really are no jewels that are put on broken dreams of gold; But the one and only Treasure I longed for is You here to hold. So since the tears I cry aren't tokens and my shattered dreams no gold; I make you the Jewel in my Treasure of memories Forever in my heart and safe from the cold.. Lya |
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| ASKING YOU Don't only feel sad for me; as I may leave you some day for the wish I have to be free, will never go away. Don't try to take me by the hand, even if you might hear me call cause you wouldn't understand as I turn my back, desert it all. Don't think I will work or play; my tasks I'll leave undone and I tell it must be that way, for I'll find peace when I am gone. And if my parting leaves a hole; I hope you fill it with memories love shared, friendships to recall; maybe those things I too will miss. Don't grieve, nobody is to blame; never keep only times of sorrow it might be nice to remember my name, as I wish you the sun of tomorrow... |
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| NIGHTMARE Rain does often hide the tears in my eyes; the sky opens up and steps into my heart and while thunder will laugh, my soul dies trying to recollect the day you did part. When lightning strikes, I close my eyes; my heart still spins and my body's hurt The time is near to know about the "why's" while cold winds sting my face, so absurd. Rain now will always gonna hide these tears though the sky lights up, showing me sunbeams But the warmth is never enough to chase my fears for they seem to have settled in all my dreams. Will I hear your voice; I'll be so afraid.. Can I touch your skin: I'll maybe scream.. Would our souls cry; it would be too late but then.. I wake up, relieved that it was only a dream... Lya |
| WHAT IF What if I found the strength today to get on with my life What if I found that I could say to everyone "I'm doing fine" Could I believe my hopeful words? even if they weren't the truth? Would they make my heart believe them too, somehow, change my mood? What if I started changing things beginning with this room; moving around the furniture till nothing will seem like with you? Would it change how I feel inside at the point of who I am? I'm still missing you real bad and don't know what to do. What if you still were in my life or if I would wish it hard enough? Would you just suddenly be there even though I know the painful truth? As long as there's some hope to it would I keep on going, wondering: "what if" instead of "what could"? What if I saw you out today on someone else's arm? What if I walked right up to you and didn't fall apart? Could I really be happy for you, wish you well and just turn away? That's a scene I couldn't face as the thought will darken my day. Even though I should give up please do not ask me to.. As long as there's some hope to it I keep on going wondering As long as there's some feeling left and as long as there's one chance; I'll keep on going, wondering: "what if".. what if I still had you? Lya |
| QUIET MOMENT Is that really rain I hear? has another year gone by? I lose track of time sometimes and then Ifind the seasons changed again and I wonder what became of dreams and friends I used to know So much of life is letting go.... And then in a quiet moment it all comes back the people and places from the past; in a quiet moment it fits together right and I know that I've been blessed with every moment that goes by.... Through it all my heart believes what's meant to be will come to me in time; for each hello I have known there's always one goodbye And though the reasons hide I'm sure there must be reasons why. I've laughed, I've cried I've faced my fears I've felt love leave, I've held love near. Lya |
| ABOUT LIFE When born into this world can't give you a guarantee for it's an unknown journey mankind has to see Life does not hold promises as to what will come our way we have to keep on searching to every time find our way Sometimes life is gentle and gives us time to choose We will discover secrets which might hurt very hard but if we're willing to use the possibilities from the start we don't have a thing to lose We constantly can fill our life with hundreds of special moments and unforgettable times as nobody knows the mysteries of the exact meaning of fate Keep at all times an open mind before it might be too late to truly believe in our own dreams and in ourselves For life is the most precious gift in which everything is possible Let's therefore take and make one day at a time without ourselves to break. Lya |
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| Music~ If Tomorrow Never Comes |