'She clicks her mp3 tune - Complicated by Robin Thicke'
I wish I could change - I wish I could change - I wish I could stop saying the same old things - I wish I could be - Who you want me to be - I wish I could stop being the same old me - I wish I could lose - All of my blues - I wish I could stop putting my blues on you - I wish I could love - Like nobody loves - I wish that my goods outweigh my bad......
'The song of her reality'
I wish I could stop dreaming of you
Skies bruised from my hurt
You are too out of my league
Like a champion I can never race with
Pain drawing my insides
With a colour that weakens my soul
Words that only tear me
Words that never spare me
'Cage the stars'
The sky glitters with tropical stars twinkling upon the hushing african city. Flavors of young mother's poverty outweigh in bitterness as they tremble on the vast mudded streets collecting darkness, struggles of defeated men driving their battered cabs from the dawn of the day, sorrows of closing stalls where sales were exctinct once again.
'The night has a million stories to tell, more than a million shadows to hide.'
Over the silently stricken River Nile of magical fairytales there is a dream of living, surviving and offering the hand to continue the journey to a purpose for tomorrows determined generations to find success in whatever they desire. The waters ripple with existence, emotion, devotion for its country and the waves over rided by prosperous traffic become the basis for this never giving up population.
'Yet she is locked '
Over my heart as I watch the eyes of the city watch into a new day, as I hear the Lungs of Khartoum breathe, as I take in its memories and feel it yearning to make new ones Tomorrow - There is a sheet of memories from deep within me
'Trying to break free.'
I wish I could change - I wish I could change - I wish I could stop saying the same old things - I wish I could be - Who you want me to be - I wish I could stop being the same old me - I wish I could lose - All of my blues - I wish I could stop putting my blues on you - I wish I could love - Like nobody loves - I wish that my goods outweigh my bad......
'The song of her reality'
I wish I could stop dreaming of you
Skies bruised from my hurt
You are too out of my league
Like a champion I can never race with
Pain drawing my insides
With a colour that weakens my soul
Words that only tear me
Words that never spare me
'Cage the stars'
The sky glitters with tropical stars twinkling upon the hushing african city. Flavors of young mother's poverty outweigh in bitterness as they tremble on the vast mudded streets collecting darkness, struggles of defeated men driving their battered cabs from the dawn of the day, sorrows of closing stalls where sales were exctinct once again.
'The night has a million stories to tell, more than a million shadows to hide.'
Over the silently stricken River Nile of magical fairytales there is a dream of living, surviving and offering the hand to continue the journey to a purpose for tomorrows determined generations to find success in whatever they desire. The waters ripple with existence, emotion, devotion for its country and the waves over rided by prosperous traffic become the basis for this never giving up population.
'Yet she is locked '
Over my heart as I watch the eyes of the city watch into a new day, as I hear the Lungs of Khartoum breathe, as I take in its memories and feel it yearning to make new ones Tomorrow - There is a sheet of memories from deep within me
'Trying to break free.'
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