Hazel eyes, lovely smile...

"Hazel eyes, lovely smile,
May I take you out tonight?"

She frowned. It was no good, she could not express it.

"Hazel eyes, lovely smile,
Shall we dance under this sky?"

She could not transform those feelings into words. But words were all she'd ever have, so this was a problem.

"Hazel eyes, lovely smile,
Will you stay with me all life?"

So it would have to do.

Here.

or all of you that feel down, who are used to cry rivers. For all of you that feel they don't deserve to be cheered up, to be carried, to be considered worthy.
All of you that have been attacked, not by words or weapons, but by your own feelings, your own self. All of you that, may it be because of your enviroment, stress, problems, or just genetics, feel useless, or failures, or simply wrong.

I'm here with you.

Alas (Final)

La mendiga, en su portal, no evitó sonreír

Y, cerrando los ojos, se oyó su suave reír

El muchacho, ajeno a esto

Continúo su obra, presto

Queriendo enseñar la esperanza encontrada al resto

Sin embargo, cuando el joven su obra acabó

Y a la mendiga para enseñarle el dibujo se acercó

Descubrió,con gran pesar

Que ella ya no podría despertar

Y una duda no tardó a su cabeza asaltar

"Habré llegado a tiempo?

Habrá podido esta señora

Volar como era su sueño?"