wouldn't life be easier if things were just a bit clearer?
he's sweet, this man he's tender, the way he runs his finger down my face there's something about the way he speaks, so intelligently
but could it also be that i'm just infatuated with the thought of having somebody to hold someone to be intimate with someone to potentially fall in love with
sweet little tender life of mine can you tell me if this man is meant to be mine?
the wind is hitting my face my heart is beating so fast out of my chest i’m trying to catch my breath i have sweat running down my spine all the way down to my legs
the waves are splashing me more water on my damp body can’t tell what is sweat and what is salt water
but i’m running and i’m running by the beach listening to my favorite music going along with the beat
tell me, what else am i supposed to feel except for freeness?
my parents the humans who have shaped me who have cared for me who have loved me endlessly
they left their homes for me they left their parents for me they left the only place they knew for me
oh how it breaks my heart to even fathom the thought of having to do that to think about all the courage and bravery they had to put on to have to come to a different country all on their own
for the sake of themselves for the sake of their families for the sake of their future family oh how sad, that they didn’t have a choice