What is love without having sacrifice?
What is sacrifice without a true devotion?
Is there a devotion that is forced by men?
Does sacrifice mean a forced obligation?

We often seek devotion from other hearts
We often ask for sacrifices but then we assess
We often force others to love and care
Yet we often think more but we feel less.

Do we really see ourselves from the mirror?
We are created to become creators-
of a brighter sky and a calmer sea
of a softer beeeze and a greener pasture.

Everyone has his legacy, everyone has a dream
Everyone wants both the sun and the rain
Everyone wants to smile, to laugh and to grin
Everyone wants to move on from too much pain.

Then let each other live freely and try to understand
So we can tell the world how we love and care
How do we sacrifice and show our devotion
How we live our life that is really fair!

You say you love me
But your deeds tell me you don't
So it is fair and just
Release me now
And I swear
We will both live in serenity

For I don't want to grow old
Hating you
For keeping me
In your cage of lies

A day without your words
Is a day without a smile
A day without reason
To enjoy life even for a while

A day without your touch
Is a day that's not inspiring
A day so full of questions
If life is really worth living

A day without your kiss
Is a day so full of sadness
A day spent in worries,
In doubts, regrets and madness

A day without you, dear
Is a day I don't want to see
For all this time you're only one
The only precious man for me.

Don't make me feel you knew me well
Like you have searched my soul
I'll show you that I've seen your face
Though thick veil covers it whole

Don't tell me I am important
For I am used of being ignored
Your sweet words sound like nothing
But songs that just make me bored!

I was asked, why do I write and all I could think of to say,
was because I believe.

I believe looks matter.
There is
healing in a look of compassion,
love in understanding,
comfort in tears cried with me.

But one look away, ignoring
can break a heart.


I believe touch matters.
There is
care enclosed in a hug,
relief in a hand placed on a shoulder,
encouragement in a touch on the passing by.

But pulling away, distance
can break a heart.


I believe words matter.
There is
acceptance in words of forgiveness,
restoration in mercy and grace,
healing in kind, soothing whispers.

But one word out of bitterness, hatred
can break a person.


I write because I believe words matter.
I write because I believe you matter.

Sometimes it takes
thousands of words
to heal a broken soul

and I want to tell you,

I will write
word after word,
paragraph after paragraph,
page after page.
As long as it takes,
I will write until you finally believe
that you matter.