quinta-feira, 6 de setembro de 2007

Solta em meio ao caos preciso de um referencial pra por as coisas no lugar.
Se me perco em meio à bagunça dos pensamentos e lembranças, devo me achar em relação aos planos.
Largada em meio à confusão das tarefas, dos afazeres, quero encontrar um meio de organizar.
Em meio à minha vida tenho que ver o certo.
Naufragada... esperando o que?

Holding Out For A Hero
Bonnie Tyler

Where have all good men goneAnd where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can fell his approach
Like a fire in my blood