If You were a sailboat...

"If you were a cowboy I would trail you,

If you were a piece of wood I'd nail you to the floor.

If you were a sail boat I would sail you to the shore.

If you were a river I would swim you,

If you were a house I would live in you all my days.

If you're a preacher I'd begin to change my ways.

Sometimes I believe in fate,

But the chances we create,

Always seem to ring more true.

You took a chance on loving me,

I took a chance on loving you.

If I was in jail I know you'd spring me

If I was a telephone you'd ring me all day long

If I was in pain I know you'd sing me soothing songs.

Sometimes I believe in fate,

But the chances we create,

Always seem to ring more true.

You took a chance on loving me,

I took a chance on loving you.

If I was hungry you would feed me

If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light

If I was a book I know you'd read me every night

If you were a cowboy I would trail you,

If you were a piece of wood I'd nail you to the floor.

If you were a sail boat I would sail you to the shore.

If you were a sail boat I would sail you to the shore..."

Esta é apenas mais uma daquelas musicas…
Que diz tudo…
É simplesmente fantástica…
E o vídeo também…
Mas o que me toca é o sentimento…
Que nela está…
Que a mensagem transmite…
A forma como é cantada…

No seguimento do post anterior…
This is just another part of my secret life…
Another piece to put together…
Just another turn of the clock…
I could only hope that one day…
Any day…
This could mean to somebody…
Anybody…
What it does to me.

In my secret life...

"I saw you this morning,

You were moving so fast.

Can't seem to loosen my grip,

On the past.

And I miss you so much,

There's no one in sight.

And we're still making love,

In my secret life.

I smile when I'm angry.

I cheat and I lie.

I do what I have to do,

To get by.

But I know what is wrong,

And I know what is right.

And I'd die for the truth,

In my secret life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother,

My sister, hold on tight.

I finally got my orders,

I'll be marching through the morning.

Marching through the night,

Moving 'cross the borders,

Of my secret life.

Looked through the paper,

Makes you want to cry.

Nobody cares if the people,

Live or die.

And the dealer wants you thinking,

That it's either black or white.

Thank God it's not that simple,

In my secret life.

I bite my lip.

I buy what I'm told.

From the latest hit,

To the wisdom of old.

But I'm always alone,

And my heart is like ice.

And it's crowded and cold,

In my secret life..."

In our worlds there are always secret lives…
Some may chare it with somebody special…
Others may just keep it closed within them…
This music says a lot…
These words are like doors to the soul…
My life has come across many lives…
Lives that have touched my inner life…
Some left deep marks…
Others just passed thru…
But all have made me see beyond…
What lies in our paths…
This is my secret life.