World is full of words and we all argue up to our most when ever we get a chance..but don't you feel that our words do like antibiotics that they do not work when they have to be a saviour for us...personally I feel so......may be u too.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Sorry to Me
Life is like sand watch. Walk, Walk n Walk! Expectations a lot from myself, And just can't do it all for me So, its sorry to me!
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In the words of Pink Floyd's... Time... to better express me.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way, Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town, Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain, And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today, And then one day you find ten years have got behind you, No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking, Racing around to come up behind you again, The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time, Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines, Hanging on in a quiet desperation is the English way, The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say.
Home, home again, I like to be here when I can, And when I come home cold and tired, It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire, Far away across the field, The tolling of the iron bell, Calls the faithful to their knees, To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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In the words of Pink Floyd's... Time... to better express me.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day,
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way,
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain,
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today,
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you,
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking,
Racing around to come up behind you again,
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time,
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines,
Hanging on in a quiet desperation is the English way,
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say.
Home, home again,
I like to be here when I can,
And when I come home cold and tired,
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire,
Far away across the field,
The tolling of the iron bell,
Calls the faithful to their knees,
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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