My hands are small I know
But they're not yours. they are my own
They're not yours, they are my own
And I'm never broken
But they're not yours. they are my own
They're not yours, they are my own
And I'm never broken
..said Jewell in her song, Hands. I hope it was true. I hope these hands were never broken, that whatever I tried, as long as I give my all in it, I can have something out of it.
Now what do I have? Just an angry heart, and a world that's crumbling down. I've tried, and again I failed. How come? Are my hands not strong enough, God? Was my will not strong enough? I don't understand at all. Am I just to stupid to understand?
Or was I merely not enough?
I am not Superman. But at time like this, I could relate to that song sang by Five for Fighting...
I wish that I could cry, fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie, about the home I'll never see
...it's not easy to be me...
Find a way to lie, about the home I'll never see
...it's not easy to be me...
-random rants, over and out-
10 comments:
if I could tell the world just one thing it would be
up up and away!
:D
jangan down gitu dong mbak
It's okay to get lost
But you can begin walking again
Fall seven times.
Get up seven times.
- Japanese Proverb
kalau tangan tidak kuat, selalu ada sesuatu yang bisa dijadikan.. trolley.. misalnya..
maap analoginya ga jelas.
dan kalau trolley lagi ga ada..selalu ada tangan pacar untuk menggantikan :D
dan tangan teman.. yang mungkin mau diajak patungan beli trolley..
*keukeuh sama trolley*
kenapa dgn ipeh dan trolley?
Bukan tangan siapa yang mau menarik dan membantu, tapi tangan yang mana yang kamu mau tarik untuk dipaksa beli trolley...
sekalian tarik dompetnya tuh bang..
*ngelantur di blog orang*
Hati boleh dicuri, tapi dompet milik pribadi, neng pehi
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