Friday, June 5, 2009 @ 11:07 PM
bismillah-ir rahman-ir rahim.
What is life, without having dreams.
What is living, if you got nothing to live for.
What is achieving, without you believing you can.
Then you come to think, what is this life for?
It ain't that hard to dream, and to have dream.
Whether it is logical, or illogical.
A dream IS a dream, no matter how it is perceived.
But no matter how many dreams you have, or had.
What matters is, do you believe in your dream?
Is your dream worth dying for, fighting for?
Do you, believe in that dream you have.
Do you believe in it so much, that you are willing.
Willing to go that extra mile, knowing that someday somehow.
You are going to achieve it.
You are going to live it.
You are going to enjoy it.
Once you do have dreams, and you believe in it.
Are you going to betray it, and thinking that it was all false hope.
Or are you going to go after it, making sure you succeed.
In every dream you have, the path you take.
The steps you make, and the places you go to.
Surely there are, hurdles.
Obstacles, to go through.
Then you start to think, you start to disbelief.
" Am i going to give up, or should i step up? "
" Am i going to die trying, or leave unstatisfied? "
" Is this path i want, or is this just a waste of time? "
The questions never end, it just keeps on piling.
Piling and piling, and it does not seem to be stopping.
What happens then?
In this solemn state, i pray.
And i know, it does not help waiting.
For miracles, because we make those miracles.
We make our chances, and we break our cycle.
" Have you given up yours, my son? "
I surely know, i have not.
But contribute to it, i have not.
I realize now, what have i done.
Is stop, believing.
I can only have self pittance, for myself.
Because, i have done nothing now.
For miracles, because we make those miracles.
We make our chances, and we break our cycle.
" Have you given up yours, my son? "
I surely know, i have not.
But contribute to it, i have not.
I realize now, what have i done.
Is stop, believing.
I can only have self pittance, for myself.
Because, i have done nothing now.
To help myself, to achieve my dream.
I shall die trying, i shall not regret.
Life is just not worth living, with regret.
All in all, i want him to look at me.
From where ever he is at, heaven's door i suppose.
Smiling, and say.
I shall die trying, i shall not regret.
Life is just not worth living, with regret.
All in all, i want him to look at me.
From where ever he is at, heaven's door i suppose.
Smiling, and say.
" Now that's my boy, living his dream and always believing he can. "
Daddy, i miss you.
Eventhough, i do not know you.
Life's been tough, without you here.
But i'm holding up well, living this life for you.
My dreams are your dreams, and i shall not stop.
For you are, my beacon of hope and belief.
I'll sing my way through, i'll make sure i pull through.
I love you.
Eventhough, i do not know you.
Life's been tough, without you here.
But i'm holding up well, living this life for you.
My dreams are your dreams, and i shall not stop.
For you are, my beacon of hope and belief.
I'll sing my way through, i'll make sure i pull through.
I love you.
" Don't give up on your dreams, don't live your life thinking what if. "
amin.
amin.
