Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Bright Lights

Cast your mind back to the days

When I pretend' I was OK

I had so very much to say

About my crazy livin'

Now that I've stared into the void

So many people, I've annoyed

I have to find a middle way

A better way of givin'

So I haven't given up

That all my choices, my good luck...

Appear to go and get me stuck

In an open prison

Now I am tryin' to break free

In a state of empathy

Find the true and inner me

Eradicate this schism

No-one can take it away from me

And no-one can tear it apart

'Cause a heart that hurts

Is a heart that works

A heart that hurts

Is a heart that works

p.s. It's not just 'marah', it hurts to see that there's so little we could mend and that more people out there continue to say 'tak apa' in so many things. I am thankful that my heart is still working because "I would rather have eyes that cannot see; ears that cannot hear; lips that cannot speak, than a heart that cannot love [my Ibu Pertiwi and its people]"(Robert Tizon).

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