Let's get away and put the mind at ease.
Let's relax and focus upon the sweet, salty ocean breeze.
Fold up the newspaper and tuck it away,
De-stress and decompress from all that is everyday.
So let's lean back a little more in this beach chair of ours,
Stretching out a little more to get the sand between our toes,
Tucked in the sand, sticking out and sun-brown like little pieces of drift wood.
The warmth of the sun combined with ocean spray in the wind
Hits perfectly upon our changing from light to dark brown skin.
We've never been one to have an umbrella drink in hand
But our Mexican beer with lime sits next to us sweating in the sand.
So as the day wears on we'll chit and chat, talking about this and that,
Watching the sun slide down we pull lower our beat up old straw hat
To better hide what is an already sun-burnt face
In this, what over the years has become our quiet place.
It's more than true that time goes quickly when having fun,
And we barely remember where and when we had begun.
Regardless, we wonder how it has possibly gone so fast and where it went,
But not a moment would we not consider time well spent.

Fie!*  Fie, I say to you!
And to all of you who say, *Die
I tell you, Fie!

When you say, You're too weak, You're too small,
You can't do it
I say to you, Fie!  Fie, from deep in my core.

You can take your words and you can take your calls,
For with myself in this right mindset,
Your silly little petty words mean absolutely nothing at all,

Despite all your attempts to bring me down
And all your words telling me to, Lay Down and Die,
despite Every Last Silly Word to me you all have ever said,
I will not listen, and I will most definitely not die!

I look at you and say, Fie!
Unlike you, I choose to live my life!
One day by day, one action at a time,
And when most of you hope to get me to lay down, to get my to say, Die,
I know I have the power within me to look you in the eye.

Fie!, I tell you, Fie!
Now go try and ruin someone else's life,
For I will not let you have mine.

Estos es mi tentativa
para escribir para tu
Estos son mis palabras
y es asi como me siento
Escribo sin adornos y acentos
porque esto no es mi idioma
pero yo todavia hablo del corazon
con estas palabras en la pagina
Yo no siempre se que las cosas correctas decir
y a veces yo estoy demasiado atemorizado decirle como me siento
Entonces escribo mis sentimientos aqui tan puede saber
Exactamente como me siento
Como me siento de tu.

El corazon se hincha
cada vez veo la cara
y un frio arrastra en los dedos cuando paro de pensar de tu
y todo yo jamas quiero hacer
es es un mejor hombre para tu
para ser el mejor
para ser el unico hombre para tu
y yo no puede ayudar per pensar
como espero que sea el uno destinado para mi

I've got to go get it,
I've got to be the best,
And I've got to convince you that
I am all of these things
Inside of me that you've never seen.

I am this shy boy
Despite my loud and obnoxious facade.
Its all misplaced bravado,
An excess to cover up for how nervous
You really make me feel.

You've seen my loud mouth,
And you've watched my self-centered strut,
But what you've never seen is the inside of me:
The romantically inclined mind,
The thoughtful, caring heart,
And my longing to understand your soul.

So give me the chance to be
Everything I could ever be,
Most importantly, everything you'll ever need,
And it all starts with you
Taking a moment to see all of these things
Inside of me you've never seen.

Sometimes life never seems to follow a plan,
At the times you least expect it someone new comes in.
You thought you had it mapped, had figured it out,
Then this someone new starts to pull your attention something more,
And all you can do is scrap those old plans and throw them out,
Beginning again, one step at a time, one foot then the other down on the floor.
Time to readjust and replan just how things should go,
To see how life goes and see if she means anything,
To see if shes meant to be, if its meant to be more.
Lets roll with this just one step at a time,
And find out what you really mean to me.

I burn within the confines of my own personal hell.
I built up the walls and I created the rules,
Each and every torture is one of my own creation,
Hand-picked and prepped for maximum potency,
And after so long and becoming so familiar with all that I've made here,
I've become too comfortable to leave,
Too complacent to venture out and see
What the world might hold in store,
Afraid that it could well be everything I need,
Afraid it will render this extravagant prison of mine useless to me.

I try, and try, and try, to unlock what's in my mind,
But no matter the words and combinations,
Nothing concrete takes form upon the paper.

I seem to have these unreal expectations that,
Like a great sculptor or painter, I
Will be able to flawlessly recreate every curve and
Every line of your face and body.

Worse, in my attempt I hope
To encompass what resides behind those gorgeous brown eyes,
Willing my words to replicate what makes you that one
I find so compellingly complex and special,
So different from the rest,
Who - in the simple act of being - makes me throw caution to the wind.

To think about you in this vein
Creates in me a block, a fuzz, a haze,
And my words cannot escape my brain to the page.

I sit here and think how I find everything about you as
Amazing, brilliant, wonderful - Vague -
But when I try to pinpoint words and exactly why,
I am lost beyond all and less than none, so
I will simply choose one -
You.