Red Rose

Pretty, cute red rose 

A smell of a sweet perfume 

It's you I truly love 

Red Rose 

Live to Love

Open your eyes and heart

True colours mustn't pass you by

Rise and shine every morning 

There's a rainbow in the sky

Don't let the light pass you by

Live to Love 

My Queen & Princess

A Princess in you. 

She will be soon out of you. 

You both are so cute,

A great family of three is here. 

Just like The Three Musketeers. 

My Queen & Princess

Lots of Love

Lots of love, it's pounding my heart

When I close my eyes I see your face

You were the one right from the start

Lots of love, it's pounding my heart

You're wonderfully made, work of art 

You're chosen to brighten this place 

Lots of love, it's pounding my heart

When I close my eyes I see your face. 

Lots of love

I Am Yours

I

Am Yours

You are mine  

We rock the world

You and I daily rock to change this crazy world. 

I Am Yours 

Faith Without Borders

You inspire me when you're free, 

Poor, yet happy people motivate me, 

Who daily live with immense joy, 

Having no material things to enjoy.  

I love people who can walk on water, 

Who embrace being a son/daughter, 

People who daily live below the line, 

Having love, humility yet still shine. 

People with peace without borders,

Faith, steps from the one who orders,  

Education is a very important key, 

Your own shoes are in that degree. 

Professional athletes lose games too, From failure they actually grew, 

A true leader lives beyond oneself, 

The world is way beyond yourself. 

Walk on water, just reach your hand, 

Stand where you don't understand, 

It's time to control your own mind, 

To be kind, seek faith you shall find. 

Faith Without Borders 

Lost Art

Give me that pure art from the past,

Instruments were made for a sound,

People made a sound that will last, 

A sound that shook the ground. 

Music was deep from the soul, 

People were moved by lyrics, 

Great art was the main goal, 

Good music was high on statistics. 

In our days songs are all similar, 

Thousand songs with four chords,

Music suddenly sounds familiar,

The main goal is to now sell records. 

We've seen rich and famous people, 

One goes down as another one rises,

New heights =sharp eye like an eagle, 

These things are no longer surprises. 

Where have we lost our pure art? 

Old songs are more meaningful, 

They spoke directly to the heart, 

They move you and are peaceful. 

Lost Art