quinta-feira, 19 de junho de 2008

Losing A Battle, Winning A War


Even though I'll never need her
Even though she's only giving me pain
I'll be on my knees to feed her
Spend a day to make her smile again
.
Even though I'll never need her
Even though she's only giving me pain
As the world is soft around her
Leaving me with nothing to disdain
.
Even though I'm not her minder
Even though she doesn't want me around
I am on my feet to find her
To make sure that she is safe and sound
.
Even though I'm not her minder
Even though she doesn't want me around
I am on my feet to find her
To make sure that she is safe from harm
.
The sun sets on the war
The day breaks and everything is new
.
Kings of Convenience

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.

All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

"Sonnet 129" de William Shakespeare

P.S. Pensava que o título original era "Winning a Battle, Losing the War" ^^