it's been so long
since I took the pen
and hit the paper
But now I see that this the way
that I have chosen to show
who I am, and the filled tray
of my success and to throw
the real me!

Sitting down looking at the screen.
What is there to see, what is there to find
Just words written coming out of nowhere
a feeling of desperation
A breathe taken away
A sign telling that it can change it all
A lift of voice
simple rising from the ashes
that is who Ill be someday
A voice coming form nowhere and everywhere
A voice of freedom and true liberty
A voice of triumph because i chose to believe
in ONE REAL GOD and not the one that society has made.

So passive so suddle
So hard to believe
One chance and that's all
It takes to make the best
So.long of a road
So hard of a challenge  
So hard to see
Intimidating to be
Really trying to go ahead
Ahead of a non ending world
A challenge that can't be overcomed
Ahead to a strange mistery
A simple blow in the air
Calling out my name telling me to breathe
Telling me to not stop
Pushing me of calling me out
And guiding me
Into this life
That I am meant to live
But how?
Live?
That's so easy yet hard,
Something I yet don't seem to understand,
Life out there is like a holocaust
Words ****
Looks discriminate
Phrases simply push you away

How to live this life
When this life is against you!!!

Una cancion titulada; amor frio tibio...
Soplaba el viento, mire al cielo,
vi tu rostro sonriendome
Se acerca el tiempo,
segui el camino y me perdi.
Soplaba el viento,
me jalo y me derreti en tu bondad
Encontre camino
el camino alfin
Volvi a mirar al cielo
Vi tu rostro sonriendome
Senti una brisa fria y tibia
Al misma vez,
En un istante el mundo cambio
Era tu calor
Era tu amor
Eras tu mi señor
Fueron tus manos las caricias que senti
Y sin persarlo en tus brazos me acoste
Sus labios sobre mis mejillas
Besandome con un padre a su hija
Con amor, sin juzgar,
Con una ternura,
en al cual mi corazon no lo sostubo
y mis ojos sintiron lagrimas bajar
solo al sentir tu amor
tan grande que su vida por mi en la cruz!!!

the women of the world depends in the world
The women out there covers he scars with make up
the women who is tired of being herself covers reality with jewelry
That women wants to be loved by the world,
so she wears what everyone one else wears
That women fights for everything
And only trust HER strengths
She suffers but she never lets anyone know
That women simply tries to hard to be something, anything worth watching,
I don't understand that women

But then I do,
That women doesn't know that there is a better way of living....
And i ask, does makeup cover up the memory,
does it heal the true pain
Or does it make it worst
I think it will infect the scar even more.

Why does that women keep looking down at the floor
Doesn't she know her value,
doesn't she know what she is worth,
That women doesn't have to fight anymore,
all she has to do is watch her battle being won
By the ONE who is there.
That women has to know that jewels are worthless
but she IS NOT!!! Hear me!!!
The world doesn't have to love you, because someone already does, and he is waiting for you, to take that step,
to believe in yourself
and know that there is hope
That there is away that you don't have to keep running for them to see you, because there is someone who loves so much he gave his life to save you.

I am a women who follows God, the ONE who will always love me!!!