And I I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you and feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes And they all fall down.
And as I lay me down tonight I close my eyes What, what a beautiful sight
Sleeping to dream about you And I'm so tired Of having to live without you But I don't mind Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired
I found myself in the riches Your eyes, your lips, your hair and you were everywhere I woke up in the ditches, I hit the light and I thought you might be here But you were nowhere (you were nowhere) Well You were nowhere
And as I lay me back to sleep Lord I pray that I can keep
It's just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night Oh just a lullabye to keep from crying myself to sleep Oh just a, just oh, just a little lullabye,
Sleeping to dream about you And I'm so tired Of having to live without you And I'm so tired
Well I'm so, I'm tired I'm falling, I'm so tired, I'm so tired
We are the daughters of the Feminist Movement, taught from an early age that nothing can stop us, that we can rise as high and achieve as much as any man and in some ways that's true. We have taken great strides, stepping over traditional gender roles and going after and getting exactly what we want. But part of being powerful is knowing when to take the backseat and look at life from another perspective. Because the thing is, in a relationship, there is no CEO. It's a delicate dance, a push and pull, a back and forth, an up and down. But we endure because at the end of the day we don't want to go it alone. And when we find someone, a partner, we compromise, loving everything we can and putting blinders onto everything else. Because love isn't perfect, but it is the really great imperfect love that keeps us evolving, happy. And in the end, isn't that what life's all about?
Searching all my days just to find you I'm not sure who I'm looking for I'll know it When I see you Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom Staying up all night just to write A love song for no one
You say that love is nonsense.... I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
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