Why oh why oh why

Oh my God he´s got a gun

Come on everybody we gotta run

He´s gone trigger happy shooting like crazy,

just because he´s feeling bored and lazy

Doesn´t care that he´s taking lives away

Families as always will be asking why oh why

A son and daughter went to school today,

but they had no idea they were going to die

It´s okay to have a gun cause we just love to cry

A gun under a car seat, so don´t mess with me

I can do what I want cause the law says I´m free

How many people have to die?

It´s only a question and not a lie

I wonder what God thinks when we look up to the sky

Dear God, we pray to thee to tell us why oh why

So easy to preach

Yet so difficult to teach

Not to kill our brothers and sisters

Oh yes, we go to church and pray to God

Look Mommy,daddy bought me a gun

Now I can really have some fun

Come on everyone let´s applaud

People will die

People will cry

Look up to the sky

and always ask the same question

Why oh why oh why?

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Cuando te vi

Cuando te vi

Me sentí

Algo fuera de mi

Te vi llegar de la nada

Donde yo antes miraba

Una chica que brillaba

Mi corazón se despertó

Creo que Diós me contestó

Su sonrisa me decía

Que quizás sería mía

Pues me parecía mas una niña

Ojos que me miraba

Y yo que no respiraba

Dos hijas me ha dado

y también soy su amado

Su sonrisa

Es como una brisa

Que me da su calor

Para disfrutar de nuestro amor

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Oh so free

Looking up to the sky

How I wish I could fly

Fly to a full moon

Just like a balloon

Leaving at exactly highnoon

See if it´s really made of cheese

At least I´m sure free of disease

How I wish I could fly

No need to ask me why

Fly over the Grand Canyon

Then off to see the city of Boston

Fly to see the famous great wall

On my way to visit the Dalai Lama in Nepal

So many places I want to see

I wish I could fly and be so free

Looking up to the sky

Knowing one day I will fly away

No need to ask me why oh why

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Memories in the wind

Memories in the wind trying to recall

Remembering as a kid playing baseball

Trying not to be hit by such a hardball

Like a puzzle of thousands of pieces

Childhood memories of a different species

How far back can I go

Although such a long time ago

To see an image that I trully know

Memories blowing in the wind

Trying to capture some of them 

So I can try to write this poem

Don´t want to forget

Rather much like a magnet

Capturing a glimpse of who I am

When my mother walked me in a dark blue tram



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A new day

Waking up in the early morning

The light filtering in through the window

Thank you God for giving me another new day
There is nothing else I really need to say

Breathing to the smell of jasmin

The smell of pine all around

In the distance the mountain high above any sound

The smell of freshness in the air

Is the moment of the morning I like best

Awaking in the morning after a good night´s rest

Sitting outside in the terrace drinking my herbal tea
Looking at the mountains right before me 

I´ll let my spirit take me whereever it wants thee

Flying high above the mountain peak

Contemplating the new day 
The blue sea in the distance not far away
Makes me want to continue to forever live and seek    

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Breathing deeply

Breathing deeply

Walking slowly

The sun above me

Feel so happily free

Cool breeze in the air

Gently going through my hair

The sun on my face

Will surely leave me a lasting trace

Walking along the path of giant trees

Whispering gentle songs of quiet peace

Feeling good to be alive

Not important when I arrive

Time is still

This moment my very will

As I walk up the gentle hill

I may die on this day

Let my spirit take me away

And be born again in the month of May

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Saw an angel

A smile on her face

I saw her the other day

Left me such a lasting trace,
that I wanted so much to embrace 

Wondering the words she wanted to say

Looking at one another

When we glanced on that special day

A kind of connection was surely made

Words unsaid
We will never again trade
Oh heaven forbid

Her smile was a look

Not easy to explain

Rather more like an open book
How I wish to see her once again

I remember thinking to myself

Was she an angel?

Briefly touching my inner self

Walking in the street

One Sunday afternoon

Saw an angel oh so sweet


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Live Again

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We all wonder about death

How it feels to take our last breath

Will our spirit fly away

High above the milky way

Will our spirit begin a new life

Living again to learn and strive

Some may believe another thing

Who knows what death will bring

Be united with our kin

Live again without any sin

Death will surely come one day

Although I´ve heard wise men say

Live again in a much different way


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Riding my bike

Riding my bike is what I like to do

Works wonders even when I feel somewhat blue

In a forest with trees all around

I really don´t care where I am bound

Enjoy the feeling that my body is moving

Remembering moments when it was snowing

Crossing a bridge over a river

Never was much of an Indian giver

Along the river I ride

I know I have nothing to hide

Stop for a rest to contemplate the view

All the colors of a different hue

Riding my bike along the seashore

I really cannot ask for anything more




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Death

 Departure of loved ones is so sad

Feeling the pain deep within my soul

These thoughts don´t make me at all very glad

Wondering if life for everyone has a goal

 I miss them oh so dearly

So many things I don´t understand

Although at times I see them so clearly

But there are moments hard to withstand

 It all seems so unfair

why a loved one must depart

To be so strong and have to bear

It hurts oh so deep in my stricken heart

 I would like to see them one day

I do hope that love will guide my way

When it´s time to fly away

 

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Knock knock who´s there

I wonder who lives behind this door

Perhaps they all tiptoe on the floor

Or is it because they´re at war

If I dare knocked with the golden hand

Would they send me far to a mysterious land ?

Although I´m very tempted to give it a try

I´m afraid I´ll be faced with a very nasty guy

It´s curious to know who lives behind this door

I´d love to go in and begin to explore

Such an impressive door I must know

Even though they may be friend or foe

I wonder who lives behind this golden hand

It may not turn out as I had planned


and simply give me a warm hello




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Feeling so peaceful

Walking in the forest

Where I feel the closest


With silence everywhere

Walking feeling so peaceful

and also so very thankful


That is all I need to care

Hearing magical sounds in the air


Giving thanks I´m let to share

Trees whispering to me

Reaching for the bright sky

Open your eyes and begin to see


Wish I could climb oh so high

Then take off and begin to fly

to see the forest from the sky


The smell of wetness

In the month of May

I walk along a sunlit way

Everywhere silence accompanies me

Walking in the forest on this beautiful day

How great it is to feel so free


On this beautiful day in the month of May

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