Simply...because inside this sloth-like body, encased in a stone heart, hides the soul of a dreamer.
Every errant breeze needs an eye to centre it. A home to pull back to.
Snow On The Sahara
by Anggun
Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In the dry white ocean alone
Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert
But to stand with you in a ring of fire
I'll forget the days gone by
I'll protect your body and guard your soul
From mirages in your sight
Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert
If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the Sahara
If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the Sahara
Just a wish and I will cover your shoulders
With veils of silk and gold
When the shadows come and darken your heart
Leaving you with regrets so cold
Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert.
If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the Sahara
Yes. I do.
Thank you for being here everytime I return.
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5 comments:
as long as you blog, i'll always read your posts.
okay i know that you're not referring to your readers in this post, but i'm feeling very perasan at the moment. excuse me.
Hahaha...that was too hilarious to procrastinate replying to.
You're excused. :)
Eh, move to KL lah. We go eat Wagyu Beef Cheeks. I now work on Bukit Bintang. Very near foodie heaven.
*sob* i HATE that i cannot read your blog at work any more :(
would willingly be the eye to any errant storm of yours, love :)
eh, storm pulak. my turn to be perasan. breeze, i mean (see. that comes from not being able to read at work)
wagyu beef cheeks! oh god.
ohgod ohgod ohgod ohgod i want so much ok.
and foie gras.
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