sábado, junho 11, 2005

If Tomorrow Never Comes


If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray, your soul to keep,
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and a kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lift up in praise,
I would videotape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming, you know I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything right.
There will always be another day
to say our "I love you's,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do's?
But just in chase I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and hope we never forget,
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young and old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get
to hold your loved one tight...
So if your waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear,
Take time to say I'm sorry," "please forgive me,"
"thank you," or "it's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

terça-feira, junho 07, 2005

Shelly´s song

Angels carried you to your rightful place.
So suddenly you were taken from me
with a demon's haste.
In my heart, mind, soul I see your radiance,
warmth, and sway.
I walk in darkness; but you are the light
in my heart.
So much of you is my life.
I will avenge those who placed our happiness
in strife.
The deepest love cuts oh so profoundly.

segunda-feira, junho 06, 2005

Thank You - Dido


My tea's gone cold, I wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay, my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today, I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad, it's not so bad and
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life
Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and through
Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and
I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life.


sexta-feira, junho 03, 2005

Minha homenagem a Brandon Lee



Fechou-se a única porta de fuga,
quebrou-se a terra,
sangrou a estrela,
e o homem,
que pelo seu amor lutou,
e ao mal não se rendeu,
indefeso morreu.
O seu corpo à terra voltou,
um ano depois,
o seu amor ressuscitou,
um corvo,
de novo, o libertou,
trazendo-o de volta,
para o mundo que o matou.
A sua mente está atordoada,
o seu coração despedaçado,
e a sua sede de vingança,
um novo destino traçou,
pois para sempre,
o seu eterno amor...
vingou...

Em memória de Brandon Lee

quarta-feira, junho 01, 2005

A Crow´s Prayer




Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Crow my soul to take

Raise me from the depths of woe
Lead me hence before my foe
Grant me power, make me strong
Guide me as I right the wrong

Let not my face be seen by gods
Paint me a mask to hide my thoughts
Make it the last thing my slayer sees
While he begs for mercy on his knees

This night shall blood be spilled
As it was when I was killed
I am Pain's angel with black wings
Lo and behold, your death I bring