Will your system be alright
when you dream of home tonight
there is no message we're receiving
let me know , is your heart still beating ?
Muhd Akmal
Are we human or are we dancer ?
See todays world through different eyes.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Cebisan minda anak liar #86
I'm tired of holding on
to all the things I ought to leave behind
It's really getting old and I think I need a little help this time .
Muhd Akmal
Jujur aku cakap , plaster yang kau bawa belum tentu cukup untuk tampal lubang kosong dalam jiwa ini .
It's really getting old and I think I need a little help this time .
Muhd Akmal
Jujur aku cakap , plaster yang kau bawa belum tentu cukup untuk tampal lubang kosong dalam jiwa ini .
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Cebisan minda anak liar #85
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher , but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming ,
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man , well it surely means that I don't know
On the stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about , I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune,
But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher , but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming ,
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man , well it surely means that I don't know
On the stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about , I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune,
But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
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