At times one loses everything, it only means that things shall recommence shortly with more life, more love, more devotion, more intensity, with more hope . . .
Hope of a new tomorrow to fill the pits created by yesterday.
My Dreams Are My Own,
Dont Try To Take ''Em Away From Me,
I Cant Predict The Future,
I Cant Change The Past,
I Have Just The Present Moment,
I Must Treat It As My Last !
A warm hello doesn’t come from the lips,
It comes from the heart,
Doesn’t have to be told,
It has to be shown,
Doesn’t have to be given,
It has to be sent.
''''Good Morning''''
