WhO Am I?
Many people "Think" they know who they really are. Are you one of them?
I know i am not, i am still in search for "ME and what i represent".
I hate not knowing who am i, because when you don't you ,simply tend to imitate people and beleive me that doesnt' feel good
to me, i would refer to myself as Muslim rather than where i am originally from
Religion to me means enlightment
i can't imagine how people without religion can live or where do they drive thier values and principles from? would love to know though
This is what i wrote once about who am I?
Who am I?
Take a piece of my soul
Torture me.
Kill me
Show me the art of hurting a heart
So rich, so pure
Who am I?
Am I not starving? Am I not standing?
To feed the rising hope inside of me
To seek the love of sight, can’t you see?
Hold me tight, fill me with passion..
Then leave me with sorrow and no compassion
Who am I?
Do not I feel? Do not I heal?
Feel the love of living another day,,, heeling from arrogance .. I am just a clay
Embezzle my eager to meet my fellows.. it is a mystery of life..
Can not see them in my sight.. yet I still fight..
To see them, feel them
To smell the fragrance of sweet cold nights.
Who am I?
Can’t you see? Hear the bee? Screaming out inside of me?
11.50 PM
Wednesday 17/9/2005
Take a piece of my soul
Torture me.
Kill me
Show me the art of hurting a heart
So rich, so pure
Who am I?
Am I not starving? Am I not standing?
To feed the rising hope inside of me
To seek the love of sight, can’t you see?
Hold me tight, fill me with passion..
Then leave me with sorrow and no compassion
Who am I?
Do not I feel? Do not I heal?
Feel the love of living another day,,, heeling from arrogance .. I am just a clay
Embezzle my eager to meet my fellows.. it is a mystery of life..
Can not see them in my sight.. yet I still fight..
To see them, feel them
To smell the fragrance of sweet cold nights.
Who am I?
Can’t you see? Hear the bee? Screaming out inside of me?
11.50 PM
Wednesday 17/9/2005
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