sedarkah anda yg anda masih hidup? bersyukurkah kamu? huhu.. renung2kan selamat beramal.. :D

Aku Cinta Allah By Wali Band

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Seperti yang lain
Yang Kau sayang
Yang Kau rindukan
Yang Kau cintai

Aku lemah tanpaMu aku lelah
Aku sungguh tak berdaya
Tolongku
Tolongku
Yaa Allah

Setiap air mataku mengalir
Allah aku lemah dan tak berarti
Setiap derai tangis membasahi
Allah jangan tinggalkan aku lagi

Aku sayang Allah
Aku rindu Allah
Aku Cinta Allah

Aku lemah tanpaMu aku lelah
Aku sungguh tak berdaya
Tolongku
Tolongku
Yaa Allah

Setiap air mataku mengalir
Allah aku lemah dan tak berarti
Setiap derai tangis membasahi
Allah jangan tinggalkan aku lagi

Aku sayang Allah
Aku rindu Allah
Aku Cinta Allah

~ The Soul Speak ~

arini agak stress er.. lagi.. :D moto nyer starter plak wat hal.. LAGI.. nta camna la nk pi keje esk.. member da blek kampung.. mmg menapak la den gi keje esk.. aish..

td nk start pn pnyer la sparo nyawe.. igt nk pi makan ke klo leh start.. then pi btul skali.. tp kecundang jugaa..

lalu msk la sy ke bilik yg sunyi sepi nih.. sambil menggodeh2 lappy yg da lame x pegang nih.. n ternampak lah 'karya' lame yg tersorok kt lappy nih..

rase dlu de letak kt facebuk.. then nape nta ilang.. bler facebuk update.. stress lg sy.. :D

da tu msk kn ler kt blog yg x seberape nk cantek nih.. tp kt 230 org gak tgk.. huhu.. cool..

Alhamdulillah.. sesadis2 hidup sy pn.. x ler sesadis org yg x de umah.. at least sy de moto.. yg da rosak.. n bilik yg nyaman walaupn sepi ni..

"aku sepi . . . " lol -_-"

okeh.. cmni la.. senanyer td cam nk wat ':: series ::' yg da lame nk wat tp trtangguh sbb x de mase nk wat.. tp x jd gak.. so ni just wat thriller sket.. :D

:: SERIES :: Life


huhu.. oke sambung blek.. tajuk atas nih.. :D

~ The Soul Speak ~

Since when the world is slow?
The time ticking with deep blistering flow..

Since when the mind start to lie?
A single lie worth a man to die..

Since when my heart learn to hate?
Every dancing mockingbirds seems to be fate..

Since when I start to faint?
The light suddenly dimmed without any paint..

Since when I start to be late?
Ignorance? pain? or something that I hate..

Since when I begin not to gratify?
Gifted yet thankless..

I once wish that I was fully blind..
Never see those who are acting..
Never learn how to kill..
Never greet the dimension of shame..

As what I can see is only belief and Him..
but He just gave me one..
so I would see it and learn to gratify..
One for the truth and the other closed for the lies..

I once wish I was deaf..
didn't hear those lies..
didn't perceive any words of anger..
didn't found ways to lie..

But it would be a total silence..
again He gave me only one..
so I can listen to His beautiful words..
Guide to the truth, link to Heaven..

Date Created : 28.11.09 - 12.34 AM

Simple, soft n soothing.. ^_^

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Silhouettes

Starry Starry Night by Don McLean


Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...