Draw me a rainbow in the blue sky Tell me a story with a happy ending Swim with me in the cold sea Warm my heart Buy me a strawberry ice cream Fly away with me Dance with me under the stars Whisper me sweet words Hide your fears and regrets And show me only your dreams.
Unexpected encounter Who would have guessed? You decided to sunbathe on a warm stone Instead of lying on the soft grass You showed up when good fortune was all I needed And I am willing to accept all the good things life will give me.
These flowers are for you Wishing you here too You light up the saddest days Without whining or complaints You accept life as it comes You believe in fairies and miracles So do I! I know you’re in good hands Being alive is a blessing Breathing is a victory We’ve travelled around the world My head flying between the clouds Your feet firmly on the ground Or was it the other way around? We have shared long conversations So many sleepless nights Filled with loud laughters and silent tears You’ve shown me that dreams have no limits And (almost) everything is possible You believed in me when others didn’t You gave me the hand and pushed me further I’m sure 66 is not the end Your path will continue God is patient. He will wait We still need you among us You are out of my sight But always present in my heart Distance will never tear us apart.
Sometimes missions can’t be accomplished at the first time. As a consequence, we get frustrated. Suddenly, the sky is covered by thick grey clouds. Even the sun has abandoned us. But giving up is never an option. Frustrations are great opportunities to start all over again. Put yourself together, close your eyes and take a deep breath. You can do it! Just be patient. Time is the best healer.
The birds are whistling up on the hill The trees are quiet and still The sun is shining in the sky The temperature is high Butterflies are singing in my head Flowers are blooming everywhere I count from one to ten The Earth was born…again!
Mondays are grey As the heavy raindrops falling from the sky Tuesdays arrive dressed up in green Remembering me the fresh grass under my feet Wednesdays are blue And my humour is floating in the sea Thursdays are full of energy and optimism Purple is their pattern. Or is it pink? Fridays go by so fast Such as the yellow shy sun on winter days Saturdays are crazy, loud and foolish They show up in red or orange Sundays are lazy and quiet Like the white smooth snow up on the hill Seven days, seven colours Or maybe more Which is mine? Which is yours? I take them all!