I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay
But I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Many times I've been a traveler
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
Now I feel I'm growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
A soldier of fortune
...Life is not somewhere waiting for you, it is happening in you. Not in the future as a goal to be achieved, here and now, right now on your breathing, circulating in your blood pounding in his heart...
Take good care of you ...
Do you feel, what you do, what you see and aggregates. .
Take care of your, assess its importance fondly.
Take care of yourself, adjustment up, ask yourself. Include the necessary, turn off the least important. Open hand when needed. And see what it's worth, insist!
Increase the beauty of the verb stay ...
Your life is unique and you are single ... Your life deserves a toast ...
That, every day, you take a chance ... For it to be full and happy ...