March 2008
No words can describe what I feel.
No song can declare what I want.
But see beyond my acts
and gaze right through my show,
see what lies below
Just release your doubts,
and swallow your prid
Does love come but one time? Do I have to catch it?
Must love be pursued? Shall I run faster?
Does it come every day to the men of passions?
And never for the slaves of reason?
Must one wait