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Mis mañanas empiezan con alegría y risas Cuando el amor es lo más importante en mi mente Las cosas no son tan desesperadas como parecen Me encuentro tarareando y cantando todo el día
Nelly, I fell for you and I was waiting for the right time to tell you I was videoing the bride while she was putting on make-up You were lying back on the bed and leaning on your elbows
Where's my seat? Oh, I know you! You have a card? I do too. Where's my seat? Piano sounds, it's time to sing. Turn around Where's my seat? Do, Re, Ri. Up the scale.
The stage. The lights. The silence. They waited as I stepped up and parted my lips. My heart racing, my hands trembling. The stage, though familiar felt unnatural
Silence. For years, only silence. And fear… no song. Never testing the limits, Never pushing the envelope, Never hearing the song.
Wind, to me sing Your lullaby, Your comforting tone of peace. I am not, Could not be, alone Amongst the presence of the breeze. Tell me secrets, Fear not, song,
Does Heaven have a stage? Does God have a microphone? Will I sing for Jesus when Heaven takes me back home? Does Heaven have a stage? A drum set and some guitars?
Life Long Letter Dear Dreams, I hope one day you will come true. That this “life’s work” letter means something to you too. From the day I stepped on that stage, you bloomed.
Sweaty palms, winded breaths, I jolt awake, And unexpectedly you were there, without a moment to forsake. My eyelids were heavy as you sung smooth and lowly,
You Saw her singing her song Up in the balcony Where the moonlight hit her profile. She sang about wishing she Were A princess Who could escape her tower...
A child under the covers A monster under the bed A soothing voice of a mother Singing songs that can't be said Oh, mother won't you sing softer You'll wake up Teddy Tim
When I was little, I used to love to sing. All the time in the house, there would be a tune in my mouth. Singing in the church is where I got my start.
Words cannot express The joy I feel when I open my mouth to sing words with sultry sounds The serenade of emotion filling each verse Everytime I fill the room with a melody My heart is fulfilled
when in my hearti ache & the lakesand rivers could be filledwith my deep sorrow,all it takes to clearthe gray skies & clear mystormy mindcan be a song, a dance
What makes me feel good is singing It gives me a kind of feeling I can't explain the way it makes me feel The feeling is just unreal My melody makes me shine My voice is hard to deny
When the day turns blue I turn on the music Garth Brooks echos off the walls, "Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers" With every note that lifts from the speakers
Notes float through the air. It's unthinkable how much dots with stems can change a mood, a life, a soul. The right chord, the right instrument, the right dynamics make the song come
When life is rough, When things get tough, If everything goes wrong, I sing a song. It makes me glad, So I'm not sad. I could sing all day long. I sing a song.
Whenever my heart frowns whenever my brows furrow I turn to singing. Something about belting something about songs
Singing is what makes the problems go away, Nothing can make me feel better then hearing the melody in my brain, and as each word is spoken I feel it in my body,
I am not deafI do know some signIf my hearing ever failedI'd learn to get by I love musicI love to rhymeI cannot keep a beatBut I know I can keep time.
The pretty teen girl Singing softly to the wind Her beautiful voice .
What would this life be without you? Without your sweet melodies And your soft symphonies? What would I turn to When I can’t focus Or when I am feeling discouraged?
Without painting I would be Stranded in a world Without color. Without drawing I am nothing but a segment on a timeline. Without crafting Time is wasted
StrandedBehind the miles of oceanSand piled up like hoursAnd dark just dark: Empty.Just water, andSand, andDark, and Me.And I needHow I needI need Air
The world is falling apart around me People screaming and crying for equality Yet I still sing They try to shush me and my tune Looking at me like I am a loon Yet I still sing
Treble Choir The one area I love to be. Singing as you can see. Down, down in the music wing. Just sing, sing, sing!
All I need is a voice Do I even need that? All i need is a mind And some feet just to tap A few lyrics to sing Is that really all i need? No, all i eed is a tune Or a simple melody
Your heart races Your hands start to shake Scared of the faces, The impression you'll make. You close your eyes The voices start to stop That's when you realize
As I walk through the door I see something i never knew before The people here know no bounds Snd they do whatever it takes to make a sound The pianist plays like it's his life
Peace of Mind is Sunday morning neo-soul. Brown skin; Limbs and lips Puckering to sing. The smell of a mother's love Caressing everybody. As a breeze flows through the open window
If the world were to end tomorrow I’d spend my last hours with the universal language. If I lost my hearing tomorrow I’d spend today Listening to Forever and Always by Parachute,
I hide where everyone can see But the harsh lights blind them And I would hope I do too. Glittering. Who is she? I hide at center stage Where the words that couldn’t Wouldn’t
She sings a song so soft and sweet But it's filled with such sadness It makes you want to cry This song lets you feel her pain And you want to scream How can this be fair you wonder
One word: Music. It's always been about that. It's just what I do. I sing. Since I was a child I was humming tunes And singing songs with a shell of raw talent - A potential for so much more.
Swish, the white and blue-lined silky fabric tingles my nylons Big, bright lights glare into my eyes, but my smile stays put until the corners of my mouth ache.
What do I do with my life? Should I sing, act or write? All the choices drive me mad Or is it that I'm bad?
This is what I need The upbeat keeps me focused Music is my love.
Whether it's soft or LOUD
The soul rings and shakes in joy everytime, Intitates the keys that plays on the organ, Not noise, but sounds of praise, Great is the grace you have given this life that is not my own,
I'm gunna let my voice be heard I'm gunna fly just like a bird Open up my wings & not be afraid No one's gunna hear me if I stay in the shade But this comes down to one thing Am I gunna give up?
Music, the sound of vibrant feelings, Makes me shout from rooftops and sky alike, Fills me with rejoicing and promises that spike The interest of new hope, of laughter, of fulfillment, And all I want to do is fly,
The only memory I havent yet blocked from my mind
We finally learn how to work out the rhyme, And we see to move on and not worry for time.
As a child I wanted to become a princes A nurse
Gentle rolling was heard past the paper thin walls.
If I could change any one thing I'd like to be able to sing. For though I excel in much my voice cannot do such. The way the birds sing a song makes me sad that I cannot sing along.
Sweet songs of monsters never ending
one day I was walking somewhere new singing an unfamiliar tune in a voice that was not my own. the sand uncomfortable in my shoes and the wind skipping across my skin chilling me through
A simple butterfly before you start The sweaty palms and warming up. All your worries and fears come flying in
Slaying privateers with my blunderbuss, The queen's lap dogs surrendering without a fuss,-- Remember this for the test: PV=nRT-- I took their ship, not caring if I was brusk. I can't seem to shake her.
the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons even though they see the beached skulls --Margaret Atwood Sailors who come near our island find out voices sweet and irresistible.
Lady with the blues singing sweet tunes,when she's home she feels all alone sitting waiting for the last sketch to create a line she robs time to realize that she's unorganized,the pencil leaves dents near the margin so do her problems but still s
People are unpredictable. If you think they are who they say they are, then you're wrong from the start. You can only know somebody, if you truly know their heart. But how will you know that if they cover up their scars,
I am like a singing canary in the trees. My voice flows with the wind, softly and beautifully. I love singing for the other birds and creatures on the floor. I sing when I'm excited, I sing when I'm somber.
Wait for me. I'll be there; Head held strong and arms opened wide, Ready to take the world on. My voice to reach many people, My dance moves to get people jumping, My acting to induce laughter,
He does not sing to me. To air instead he sweetly hums so soft, caressing ears with sounds melodious, that others' heads turn t'ward the lovely music that they hear.
I feel the beat Rushing through my veins Shaking my bones. It pulses Living and strong. I feel myself open up A weight lifted off my chest Like a beautifully decorated circus elephant
The moral of the story is, the only way to learn to game is, to take a turn. I don't want to bore you with the names of all the rules, but you will learn. I just won't allow myself to pay for all the fools, sitting on the shelf.
Late fall. So late that the scent of fall had to be searched for in the wintry air. But it was there and she breathed it in as she strolled through the park. Leaves covered the grass,
"Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch. Again." Wipe the sweat before they see. "Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch." Just breathe. Ignore the pain. Keep dancing. Show no weakness. SMILE!
The man woke up, in the middle of the night. He had a bad feeling, that something wasn't right. He reached under his bed, and pulled out his bat. He knew he'd heard something, hopefully just a rat.
Hidden from the world, years spent tucked away Did you hear me calling? Crying out your name? Shunned and left alone, corners and dark rooms A child with open scars, and burning wounds.