Saturday, January 02, 2010

Something Good

A song written by a friend, sings my soul's cry.

You come back to your room
You switch on yellow night lights just beside the bed
You draw the curtains close
You lie down in your clothes and try to sleep instead
You put your hand across
You feel a cold where a good warmth used to lie beside
You lie down in the light
The short hand of the hour just has passed you by

You know there's something missing, from this place
A little something missing, you can't face
You know there's something dying, in this place
A little something crying, in this space
There's a trace
Of something good.

The sun peeks through the gap
You never got the rest that you needed for this day
You shower in a daze
You're wondering if this life has just faded to the gray
Broken pieces on the floor
You throw out with the rest of the life you had before
You walk out through the door
And glance back to the place that was home and so much more

You know you need to move on, from this place
You know you need to be gone, and replace
Of all the things you wanted, there's no space
To keep a piece of mind, of that face
Not a trace
Of something good
Of something good

- Hamdan Selamat

ú-chebin estel anim

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