SOMEWHERE
Somewhere in the world a mother is giving birth to her first child
Across the ocean a child is taking his first steps, before adoring parents
In this great world of ours there are people praying
Somewhere in the world a mother is grieving the loss of her son
Aren’t we really more alike than different?
YESTERDAY
Yesterday, I was young
Yesterday, I let time slip by
I can thank people another day
There is plenty of time to say I care
I should have said I love you
Tomorrow I will say I’m sorry
Yesterday… was the last day..
Tuscan Villa
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now thats Italian
Sunday, April 20, 2008
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