il singolo battito di un cuore da solo non è destinata ad essere un colpo così basso, vuota e incompleta, non può essere sentito Dov'e 'la bellezza o canzoni d'amore, il canto degli uccelli di cui sopra? un cuore solitario senza amore o tenerezza, sente niente
ricerca per il suo compagno, il cuore attende in cerca di fiducia e un amanti toccare presto un altro cuore batte nelle vicinanze, un suono che anela tutti questi anni udito un altro beat, forte e vero
due cuori che battono, entro l'un l'altro insieme per sempre, senza mai lasciarsi andare come il sole va giù delicatamente il suono svanirà nella notte il suono di due cuori, battendo come una ... è giusto .... *********************************************************************************************************************
the single beat of one heart alone is not meant to be a beat so low, empty and incomplete, cannot be heard where's the beauty or songs of love, singing birds above ? a lonely heart without love or tenderness, feels nothing
searching for its mate, the heart will wait looking for trust and a lovers touch soon another heart beats nearby, a sound it longs all these years hearing another beat, strong and true
two hearts beating, within one another together forever, never letting go as the sun goes down gently the sound will fade into the night the sound of two hearts, beating as one... is just right....
Kisses... sending angel kisses your way - someone who cares about you very much is sending you a kiss... kissing has the power to heal, give you power and hope - just like a wonderful great big hug...
quando meno te lo aspetti - cioè quando l'amore accade i tuoi occhi caldi, la tua risata, la sincerità quando si parla di me ... la gentilezza nel contatto, nel modo che mostri
come spiegare e apriamo, scopro più gioia e vita davanti lentamente, senza saperlo - si sta trovando un posto nel mio cuore
when you least expect it - that is when love happens your warm eyes, your laughter, the sincerity when you speak to me... the kindness in your touch, the way you show it
as we unfold and open up, I discover more joy and life ahead slowly without knowing - you are finding a place in my heart...
Le condizioni atmosferiche erano elettrica e giusto Per Superbolt elettrostatica di amore per fare un cuore sentiva sciopero come quando Venere e Giove allineati incredibilmente nello spazio e nel tempo Noi due nuvole polarizzate un temporale di tippo di passion.
Pesante e veloce il nostro tempesta accelerato nel ripartizione fuga Fogli di fulmine alimentado l'orologio per il conto alla rovescia matrimoniale. Uno sguardo giocoso schivo dai suoi occhi. Bulloni vivid fuori del blu sognante. La mia incudine ampliato e rosa. Tuono amori di delimitazione Sonora e vero.
Abbiamo salito lungo un condotto nello spazio. Vela un canale di amore. A cavalcare gli anelli di Saturno, scarica il plasma amplificazione dall'alto. Possente Zeus era in campo quell giorno. Del fianco una corsa di ritorno! Una Talon luminosa ci zapping buona, della sua folgore celeste.
Siamo alla deriva di nuovo a terra. Il tempo di sistemarsi. La nostro tempest rotolato in Kifuka. Una citta vibrante in Congo. Un top montagne scure si tribocharged una corrente per attrito di pelle calda. Poi un fulmine colpisce ancora. Ricordi senza tempo del rampante Dust Inn.
Quindi si io credo in love at first sight.Colpo di fulmine. Quando I bulloni appassionate sono un ardente, fare per la piu alta della altezze. Non essere uno sciocco e anatra per la copertura. Il terrore che si sente e completamente falso. La parte migliore di fulmine dell'amore e l'impulso elettrmagnetico.
Per mia moglie ei bambini
:x
I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
Le condizioni atmosferiche erano elettrica e giusto Per Superbolt elettrostatica di amore per fare un cuore sentiva sciopero come quando Venere e Giove allineati incredibilmente nello spazio e nel tempo Noi due nuvole polarizzate un temporale di tippo di passion.
Pesante e veloce il nostro tempesta accelerato nel ripartizione fuga Fogli di fulmine alimentado l'orologio per il conto alla rovescia matrimoniale. Uno sguardo giocoso schivo dai suoi occhi. Bulloni vivid fuori del blu sognante. La mia incudine ampliato e rosa. Tuono amori di delimitazione Sonora e vero.
Abbiamo salito lungo un condotto nello spazio. Vela un canale di amore. A cavalcare gli anelli di Saturno, scarica il plasma amplificazione dall'alto. Possente Zeus era in campo quell giorno. Del fianco una corsa di ritorno! Una Talon luminosa ci zapping buona, della sua folgore celeste.
Siamo alla deriva di nuovo a terra. Il tempo di sistemarsi. La nostro tempest rotolato in Kifuka. Una citta vibrante in Congo. Un top montagne scure si tribocharged una corrente per attrito di pelle calda. Poi un fulmine colpisce ancora. Ricordi senza tempo del rampante Dust Inn.
Quindi si io credo in love at first sight.Colpo di fulmine. Quando I bulloni appassionate sono un ardente, fare per la piu alta della altezze. Non essere uno sciocco e anatra per la copertura. Il terrore che si sente e completamente falso. La parte migliore di fulmine dell'amore e l'impulso elettrmagnetico.
Per mia moglie ei bambini
:x
WOW !!! TalonTedd - I completely enjoyed reading this and what a beautiful love you and your wife have. Your family is blessed....
Le condizioni atmosferiche erano elettrica e giusto Per Superbolt elettrostatica di amore per fare un cuore sentiva sciopero come quando Venere e Giove allineati incredibilmente nello spazio e nel tempo Noi due nuvole polarizzate un temporale di tippo di passion.
Pesante e veloce il nostro tempesta accelerato nel ripartizione fuga Fogli di fulmine alimentado l'orologio per il conto alla rovescia matrimoniale. Uno sguardo giocoso schivo dai suoi occhi. Bulloni vivid fuori del blu sognante. La mia incudine ampliato e rosa. Tuono amori di delimitazione Sonora e vero.
Abbiamo salito lungo un condotto nello spazio. Vela un canale di amore. A cavalcare gli anelli di Saturno, scarica il plasma amplificazione dall'alto. Possente Zeus era in campo quell giorno. Del fianco una corsa di ritorno! Una Talon luminosa ci zapping buona, della sua folgore celeste.
Siamo alla deriva di nuovo a terra. Il tempo di sistemarsi. La nostro tempest rotolato in Kifuka. Una citta vibrante in Congo. Un top montagne scure si tribocharged una corrente per attrito di pelle calda. Poi un fulmine colpisce ancora. Ricordi senza tempo del rampante Dust Inn.
Quindi si io credo in love at first sight.Colpo di fulmine. Quando I bulloni appassionate sono un ardente, fare per la piu alta della altezze. Non essere uno sciocco e anatra per la copertura. Il terrore che si sente e completamente falso. La parte migliore di fulmine dell'amore e l'impulso elettrmagnetico.
Per mia moglie ei bambini
I still have trouble with this new edit system....
Thank you mikalina rose for you kind words. I am very glad to hear you enjoyed my poem. I have to say you have a wonderful thread going. I really enjoy translating some of my poems into Italian (ones that matter to the heart) and translating the ones already here. I believe It gives them a special meaning. I have to say, I plan to be a contributor to your thread for as long as I am a member of the 10C...so I guess that means for as long as we give of our life. La vita e bella. Grazie gentile signora.
I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
Yes, TalonTedd.. the above is so true and I try to keep that in mind all the time. I do make the best of every day and clearly you have a blessed life.
The grass is not always greener on the other side or so the saying goes.... maybe more could of been done to save that sacred union but you cannot go back in time and change past mistakes. The children see you crying all the time, which makes them wonder about your state of mind. Breaks my heart.....
The grass is not always greener on the other side or so the saying goes.... maybe more could of been done to save that sacred union but you cannot go back in time and change past mistakes. The children see you crying all the time, which makes them wonder about your state of mind. Breaks my heart.....
All things tend to their ruin. And it breaks my heart to know this. So, bittersweet questa e la vita
If I may, who is the lady in portrait? What is her story? :-/ :-?
I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
The grass is not always greener on the other side or so the saying goes.... maybe more could of been done to save that sacred union but you cannot go back in time and change past mistakes. The children see you crying all the time, which makes them wonder about your state of mind. Breaks my heart.....
All things tend to their ruin. And it breaks my heart to know this. So, bittersweet questa e la vita
If I may, who is the lady in portrait? What is her story? :-/ :-?
It is very much sad and bittersweet. But, once the door closes ( in some situations ) the door cannot be reopened....
As for the " Lady in the Photo " she is an Indian ( India ) Goddess, she represents - wealth, prosperity and love. All goddess represent Love to me.
The Goddess sits on a Lotus flower which has a few meanings from Hindu/ to Buddha.
The Lotus flower is pure beauty, but the flower starts much differently than most flowers. The sprout is under water, mostly in dark "dirty lakes or ponds " with mud and insects and rough, terrible conditions....
The Lotus keeps its strength and pushes the dirty mud and makes its way up to sprout this beautiful flower, into the clean air away from the conditions below...
" The Lotus Flower " RISES ABOVE.....
The flower is an Awakened Mind, which grows toward the light, truth, Love and compassion. The Lotus may seem fragile but its very strong...
I can relate to the meaning of the Lotus Flower .... ( I'm sure many can ) ;;)
“The lotus is the most beautiful flower, whose petals open one by one. But it will only grow in the mud. In order to grow and gain wisdom, first you must have the mud — the obstacles of life and its suffering. …
The mud speaks of the common ground that humans share, no matter what our stations in life. … Whether we have it all or we have nothing, we are all faced with the same obstacles: sadness, loss, illness, dying and death.
If we are to strive as human beings to gain more wisdom, more kindness and more compassion, we must have the intention to grow as a lotus and open each petal one by one.... ”
Its been a constant struggle, putting together these unsolved puzzle pieces hitting your head against the wall, trying to firgure out as I contemplate by inner being - it's draining like a waterfall rupturing every bit inside, expressing the powerlessness you thought you have outgrown....
farewell, innamorata ? flowing through me like burning lava, I'm keeping high hopes....
Burning Flame
A constant struggle Putting together fractions of the unsolved puzzle Smashing your head against the wall As you lament by draining your waterfall Rupturing every bit inside you Expressing the powerlessness you thought you outgrew Sono innamorata Flowing through me like burning lava It's unfathomably superb Keeps you on high hopes And a stage of being morosely absurd
You and only you, trapped in a cage, darkness no one sees your sickness, not even you.... what is it ? you don't even know it ? where does it come from ? but its felt.... its all around you....
Now in the morning light, over coffee and cinnamon raisin bagels Am I still you Innamorata ??
If our lips should meet - Innamorata I see your blue/green hazel eyes looking back - Innamorato kiss me, kiss me, my sweet Innamorata soft and deep my - Innamorato hold me close and say you're mine don't let me go my- Innamorato I'm at heaven's door - Innamorata want you more and more my - Innamorato you're a sympnony the very beautiful sonanta my Innamorata you have stonlen my heart my - Innamorato... say that you're my sweetheart, my one and only Innamorata say that you will stay with me - my Innamorato....
waking up with thoughts of you in my heart, mind and years past your life - you - I hardly knew you... the early morning sun rises above the ocean blue a small box with all your worth inside what is left of your life - only dust scattered in the waters of Cocoa beach... RIP....
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un colpo così basso, vuota e incompleta, non può essere sentito
Dov'e 'la bellezza o canzoni d'amore, il canto degli uccelli di cui sopra?
un cuore solitario senza amore o tenerezza, sente niente
ricerca per il suo compagno, il cuore attende
in cerca di fiducia e un amanti toccare
presto un altro cuore batte nelle vicinanze, un suono che anela tutti questi anni
udito un altro beat, forte e vero
due cuori che battono, entro l'un l'altro
insieme per sempre, senza mai lasciarsi andare come il sole va giù
delicatamente il suono svanirà nella notte
il suono di due cuori, battendo come una ... è giusto ....
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the single beat of one heart alone is not meant to be
a beat so low, empty and incomplete, cannot be heard
where's the beauty or songs of love, singing birds above ?
a lonely heart without love or tenderness, feels nothing
searching for its mate, the heart will wait
looking for trust and a lovers touch
soon another heart beats nearby, a sound it longs all these years
hearing another beat, strong and true
two hearts beating, within one another
together forever, never letting go as the sun goes down
gently the sound will fade into the night
the sound of two hearts, beating as one... is just right....
Sung by - Loreena Mckennit ( words have been changed slightly from poem )
The Lady of Shalott (1832) By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
The yellow-leaved waterlily
The green-sheathed daffodilly
Tremble in the water chilly
Round about Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens shiver.
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Underneath the bearded barley,
The reaper, reaping late and early,
Hears her ever chanting cheerly,
Like an angel, singing clearly,
O'er the stream of Camelot.
Piling the sheaves in furrows airy,
Beneath the moon, the reaper weary
Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,
Lady of Shalott.'
The little isle is all inrail'd
With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd
With roses: by the marge unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,
Skimming down to Camelot.
A pearl garland winds her head:
She leaneth on a velvet bed,
Full royally apparelled,
The Lady of Shalott.
Part II
No time hath she to sport and play:
A charmed web she weaves alway.
A curse is on her, if she stay
Her weaving, either night or day,
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be;
Therefore she weaveth steadily,
Therefore no other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
She lives with little joy or fear.
Over the water, running near,
The sheepbell tinkles in her ear.
Before her hangs a mirror clear,
Reflecting tower'd Camelot.
And as the mazy web she whirls,
She sees the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower'd Camelot:
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, came from Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed;
I am half sick of shadows,' said
The Lady of Shalott.
Part III
A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flam'd upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down from Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down from Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over green Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down from Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces thro' the room
She saw the water-flower bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
'The curse is come upon me,' cried
The Lady of Shalott.
Part IV
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Outside the isle a shallow boat
Beneath a willow lay afloat,
Below the carven stern she wrote,
The Lady of Shalott.
A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight,
All raimented in snowy white
That loosely flew (her zone in sight
Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)
Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot,
Though the squally east-wind keenly
Blew, with folded arms serenely
By the water stood the queenly
Lady of Shalott.
With a steady stony glance—
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Beholding all his own mischance,
Mute, with a glassy countenance—
She look'd down to Camelot.
It was the closing of the day:
She loos'd the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
As when to sailors while they roam,
By creeks and outfalls far from home,
Rising and dropping with the foam,
From dying swans wild warblings come,
Blown shoreward; so to Camelot
Still as the boathead wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her chanting her deathsong,
The Lady of Shalott.
A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy,
She chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her eyes were darken'd wholly,
And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot:
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden wall and gallery,
A pale, pale corpse she floated by,
Deadcold, between the houses high,
Dead into tower'd Camelot.
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
To the planked wharfage came:
Below the stern they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest,
Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest.
There lay a parchment on her breast,
That puzzled more than all the rest,
The wellfed wits at Camelot.
'The web was woven curiously,
The charm is broken utterly,
Draw near and fear not,—this is I,
The Lady of Shalott.'
whenever you are near in thought, looking forwards
in my bed of dreams...
in loving ways you have changed me, hopefully for the better
you are very precious, like a treasured love letter that has been sent...
sending beauty back to you....
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kissing has the power to heal, give you power and hope - just like a wonderful great big hug...
Takes away troubles ( at least for awhile ) :-*
i tuoi occhi caldi, la tua risata, la sincerità quando si parla di me ...
la gentilezza nel contatto, nel modo che mostri
come spiegare e apriamo, scopro più gioia e vita davanti
lentamente, senza saperlo - si sta trovando un posto nel mio cuore
when you least expect it - that is when love happens
your warm eyes, your laughter, the sincerity when you speak to me...
the kindness in your touch, the way you show it
as we unfold and open up, I discover more joy and life ahead
slowly without knowing - you are finding a place in my heart...
:-*
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Le condizioni atmosferiche erano elettrica e giusto
Per Superbolt elettrostatica di amore per fare un cuore sentiva sciopero
come quando Venere e Giove allineati incredibilmente nello spazio e nel tempo
Noi due nuvole polarizzate un temporale di tippo di passion.
Pesante e veloce il nostro tempesta accelerato nel ripartizione fuga
Fogli di fulmine alimentado l'orologio per il conto alla rovescia matrimoniale.
Uno sguardo giocoso schivo dai suoi occhi. Bulloni vivid fuori del blu sognante.
La mia incudine ampliato e rosa. Tuono amori di delimitazione Sonora e vero.
Abbiamo salito lungo un condotto nello spazio. Vela un canale di amore.
A cavalcare gli anelli di Saturno, scarica il plasma amplificazione dall'alto.
Possente Zeus era in campo quell giorno. Del fianco una corsa di ritorno!
Una Talon luminosa ci zapping buona, della sua folgore celeste.
Siamo alla deriva di nuovo a terra. Il tempo di sistemarsi.
La nostro tempest rotolato in Kifuka. Una citta vibrante in Congo.
Un top montagne scure si tribocharged una corrente per attrito di pelle calda.
Poi un fulmine colpisce ancora. Ricordi senza tempo del rampante Dust Inn.
Quindi si io credo in love at first sight.Colpo di fulmine.
Quando I bulloni appassionate sono un ardente, fare per la piu alta della altezze.
Non essere uno sciocco e anatra per la copertura. Il terrore che si sente e completamente falso.
La parte migliore di fulmine dell'amore e l'impulso elettrmagnetico.
Per mia moglie ei bambini
:x
WOW !!! TalonTedd - I completely enjoyed reading this and what a beautiful love you and your wife have. Your family is blessed....
Thank you for sharing,
Yes, TalonTedd.. the above is so true and I try to keep that in mind all the time. I do make the best of every day and clearly you have a blessed life.
So, bittersweet
questa e la vita
If I may, who is the lady in portrait? What is her story? :-/ :-?
So, bittersweet
questa e la vita
If I may, who is the lady in portrait? What is her story? :-/ :-?
It is very much sad and bittersweet. But, once the door closes ( in some situations ) the door cannot be reopened....
The Goddess sits on a Lotus flower which has a few meanings from Hindu/ to Buddha.
The Lotus flower is pure beauty, but the flower starts much differently than most flowers. The sprout is under water, mostly in dark "dirty lakes or ponds " with mud and insects and rough, terrible conditions....
The Lotus keeps its strength and pushes the dirty mud and makes its way up to sprout this beautiful flower, into the clean air away from the conditions below...
" The Lotus Flower " RISES ABOVE.....
The flower is an Awakened Mind, which grows toward the light, truth, Love and compassion. The Lotus may seem fragile but its very strong...
I can relate to the meaning of the Lotus Flower .... ( I'm sure many can ) ;;)
“The lotus is the most beautiful flower, whose petals open one by one. But it will only grow in the mud. In order to grow and gain wisdom, first you must have the mud — the obstacles of life and its suffering. …
The mud speaks of the common ground that humans share, no matter what our stations in life. … Whether we have it all or we have nothing, we are all faced with the same obstacles: sadness, loss, illness, dying and death.
If we are to strive as human beings to gain more wisdom, more kindness and more compassion, we must have the intention to grow as a lotus and open each petal one by one.... ”
Burning Flame
A constant struggle
Putting together fractions of the unsolved puzzle
Smashing your head against the wall
As you lament by draining your waterfall
Rupturing every bit inside you
Expressing the powerlessness you thought you outgrew
Sono innamorata
Flowing through me like burning lava
It's unfathomably superb
Keeps you on high hopes
And a stage of being morosely absurd
Denise Gligor
Sep 4, 2013
no one sees your sickness, not even you....
what is it ? you don't even know it ? where does it come from ?
but its felt.... its all around you....
you,
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –
Am I still you Innamorata ??
If our lips should meet - Innamorata
I see your blue/green hazel eyes looking back - Innamorato
kiss me, kiss me, my sweet Innamorata
soft and deep my - Innamorato
hold me close and say you're mine
don't let me go my- Innamorato
I'm at heaven's door - Innamorata
want you more and more my - Innamorato
you're a sympnony the very beautiful sonanta my Innamorata
you have stonlen my heart my - Innamorato...
say that you're my sweetheart, my one and only Innamorata
say that you will stay with me - my Innamorato....
we are
falling......
your life - you - I hardly knew you...
the early morning sun rises above the ocean blue
a small box with all your worth inside
what is left of your life - only dust scattered in the waters of Cocoa beach...
RIP....
Some one to give a helpin' hand
When I'm afraid in the night
Someone to squeeze me
And tell me it's alright...
You know I worry such a lot
And I would give all I've got
Just to do have someone believe in me
Just to do that and put me
Back on evenly....