Sola... Si... Yo puedo estar sola
No me importa la soledad
Me facina ser mi propia duena
Me facina hacer lo que quiera
Y que no me importa lo que otros digan...

Sola... Si... Yo puedo estar sola
Levantarme a cualquier hora
Y no dormir si yo no quiero...
Salir si me da la gana
Ir a la casa de quien yo quiera
Asi sean las tres de la manana...

Sola... Si... Yo puedo estar sola
La libertad es mi companera
Camino a mi propio rumbo
Dejando el pasado ser
Mirando hacia el futuro...

Sola...Si... Yo puedo estar sola
Aunque las batallas en mi
Siguen queriendo y tratando de olvidar
Aunque los recuerdos
Me traten de matar
Aunque la lluvia
Quiera que yo en encuentre un hogar...

Sola... Si... Yo puedo estar sola
Pero en mis putos pensamientos
Tu sigues viviendo...
Y en cada lugar yo te sigo viendo...
Sola... si...
aunque el alma me queme por dentro
Yo debo de estar sola.

Always pay attention
When someone else is speaking
If it didn't mean something to them
They wouldn’t talk about it at all

Always listen closely
For the answers you are seeking,
May be closer than you think
Found in the ramblings of that call

Imagine if you will
A world where everyone cared
Where they leaned ear in intently
Instead of filling our heads with doubt

Maybe we'd all be happier;
Collectively less scared
We could solve all of life's problems
If we just heard everybody out

You see confidence builds greatness
Yet we continue to put each other down
Jealousy and rage keep us from turning the page
Even when the story could teach us something profound

I know it's hard to touch the clouds
when memories
hold you down
I know you cry a lot inside
when no one is
around
I know it is hard to wake up
sometimes
when breathing cuts so deep.

and the birds, they sing
but
you cannot hear
and the sun, it shines
but
you cannot see
and there's a lot of warmth around
but
you cannot feel.

I know it feels so hard
to live
with so many scars

but

light will shine and you will
see
and birds will sing and
you will hear

It's just a dark path
you have to walk
and I will be there
to walk along
don't hold your breath
don't give up yet
just
keep your hope
and you'll find one day
that you can fly again
for you deserve
the highest clouds
the purest air
the deepest love.

and I'll be here for you,
you, dear soul,
the sweetest lyric
of them all.

before you **** yourself,
just remember
that there are
places you have not been
and things you have not seen.
and poems to awe
art to draw
fields to walk through,
people to talk to,
music to take in,
games to win,
and books to be read.

so why,
oh why
do you wish
to be dead?

I love the sound of Spanish. The sound is embroidered silk.
The language of dark curls and dancing hips
Such a poise& finesse
Lathered in a rich, rhythmic butter but the words are quick & vibrant enough to snap out of it and flirt it's way into a perfectly sculpted sentence that holds itself with strength and beauty