These are the days of dreaded hopes
The nights of aimless dreams
The wonderings of a glorified beggar
Not for gold nor silver but for hope
Do you know of this feeling I speak
Or will you listen to it as ramblings of a pitiful outcast.
I have been tried
I have been judged
I have been hanged
What more can you do o cowardly world
To a dead man who sleeps in peace
To a soul who sees all unperturbed.
Maybe the dew on roses in the morning
are tears of the night
who lost his battle to the morning sun
Maybe the woman I saw in white
is the ghost of all my love dreams
Neon lights of nights
and white glare of day
Time is of no essence
to a man who seeks nothing to do
Roses and violin are just plant and wood
To a man who knows no love
Save me oh god before I feel the same
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| mahuuuuuu >.< |
p/s : pos ke 100 :)
1 comment:
pe yg berlaku?? saya boleh buatkan topeng! mahu?
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