Prisoner In the darkness of my cell, The sound of silence I know well Drips constantly with helpless fears, Receives with eagerness my tears Which I have shed, deeply alone Longing for my long-lost home. The penetrating shadows see With eyes that blink and stare at me How I am
You're frustrating, God! I want you to know that. You drive me crazy- Well met in this combat. You drive in your swords And parry my movings, And speak in a voice That hardly is soothing. Don't make me give up! I know well I won&
To love is to admit to change, To prepare one's heart to break, To live with no regrets, to laugh, To give more than to take. There is no cruel, unjust demand To worship, love and serve In return for all you give, yourself, Whatever you deserve. But
Un parfum si exquis Elle tint dans la main, Ce parfum faisait Pendant les ans- Un sort d'heritage Pour une jeune sans richesse. Une annee de peine, Un moment qui reste. Voilà le Sauveur Dinant à table- Entre Marie Et son vase d'albâtre. << A
I wish you wouldn't tease me so. It seems almost unfair. You take me by the hand, transported, And promptly leave me there. I've grown in you and changed, And expect an explanation Of what it is you mean to do. But you wilt my expectation.