YaichaI love to watch you smileYaichaYou're the reason your mama smilesYou are a candle beneath the falling rainYou are the child in which the love still remainsUnbroken, you shine amidst the painUnspoken, you understand just the sameYou are a candle beneath the falling rainYou are the child in which the love still remainsYaichaI love to watch you smile
I can't hear a thing so I'll leave and sign in again.
RippleIf my words did glow with the gold of sunshineAnd my tunes were played on the harp unstrungWould you hear my voice come through the music?Would you hold it near as it were your own?It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are brokenPerhaps they're better left unsungI don't know, I don't really careLet there be songs to fill the airRipple in still waterWhere there is no pebble tossedNor wind to blowReach out your hand if your cup be emptyIf your cup is full may it be againLet it be known there is a fountainThat was not made by the hands of menThere is a road, no simple highwayBetween the dawn and the dark of nightAnd if you go no one may followThat path is for your steps aloneRipple in still waterWhere there is no pebble tossedNor wind to blowYou who choose to lead must followBut if you fall you fall aloneIf you should stand then who's to guide you?If I knew the way I would take you home
How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?How many seas must the white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?How many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they're forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowing in the windThe answer is blowing in the windHow many years can a mountain existBefore it's washed to the sea?How many years must some people existBefore they're allowed to be free?And how many times can a man turn his headAnd pretend that he just doesn't see the answerThe answer, my friend, is blowing in the windThe answer is blowing in the windHow many times can a man look upBefore he sees the sky?How many ears must one person haveBefore he can hear people cry?And how many deaths will it take 'til he knowsThat too many people have died?The answer, my friends, is blowing in the windThe answer is blowing in the windOh, the answer, my friends, is blowing in the windThe answer is blowing in the wind
Amazing! Tatyana, so nice.
one of my favorites