I wanna trip inside your head,spend the day there. To hear the things you haven't said. And see what you might see. I want to hear you when you call, do you feel anything at all? I want to see your thoughts take shape. And walk right out. Freedom has a scent, like the top of a new born baby's head. The songs are in your eyes. I see them when you smile I've had enough I'm not giving up. On a MIRACLE DRUG
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Trauma...
"Masa lalumu itu
Penjarakan asamu paksa dirimu
Duniamu pojokkan mu paksa dirimu berteriak...!"
Takkan hilang
Takkan bisa menghilang
Bila tersendiri…bantulah aku
Kuingin pulang
Ijinkanlah aku
Tuk kembali…bersamamu
(Hope Good Ramadhan)
Fenk 2006
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