My Sacrifice

Every day, every night,
Every second, another fight.
A lot of fears, a sea of tears,
Many chances to surrender…

But I said: no.

I’ve a powerful reason
To believe and grow high.
I’ll wait for the next season,
Another time to see you, right.

It’s my sacrifice,
An ocean of sweet sacred tears.
A war of tenderness and pleasure.
A beautiful garden of love.

When you’re far, when you’re here,
When you’re near, next to me…

I think that the hope is gone,
That all is gone…

But I still saying: no.

I’ll not give up,
I was fighting,
I’m bleeding,
And I’ll die for you.

That’s the price of love.
I love to love you.

That’s my sacrifice,
A paradise of flames and sorrow.
A hell of hugs and kisses.
A beautiful garden of love.

To surrender?
To leave my dreams?

I say: NO!

 

First time i read you and ...is not bad at all, your hope seems shattered and your strength gone, but your will thankfully untouched. Nice! see you around.

P.S. The verb -to bleed- (sangrar) in proggresive form is -bleeding-, sowy, i had to point it out.