On the days of cold
When leaves withered
Soul lost its routes
Everything is dull
In their life
Every thing becomes
A cold hearted soul
With a dead hope,
And then I come to world
In a new form
With a new hope
And I bring life
To everyone in the nature
And I show the paths
To those lost souls
And bring them to life again

I think we need to get the measurements that Congress has mandated from the White House on how we&#39;re going to determine progress in Afghanistan.

Value not just yours but that of the others

I am not quite sure where home is right now. I do have places in London and Milan, and a house in Spain. I guess I would say home is where my mother is, and she lives in Spain.

Written By Sarah Brightman

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