Read quite a number of deaths as well... They are not exactly people i know but what really affects me is how fragile a life can be. I guess i cant help but agree with Ms Tee's blog on death - When i die, who will cry for me and will i even know?
In silent, I often ask myself - On the streets one day, perhaps in an accident, if only 1 person gets to live, would that person be me?
Somehow my answers to myself is always 'No'. For simple reasons - When im with my boss, naturally it's because of her baby. When im with people i love, of course again, i would rather sacrifice. I simply cant convince myself for a reason to be living...
I told Tat today that i have been having this bad feeling lately - I feel im dying soon.
What if 1 day i just die like that - Sudden Death...Would I have done what i always wanted to, experience what i always dream of? Would i feel the pain of death?
If only i know the answers...
Recently, i came across Tay's blog: Amongst his entries, there is this particular entry that caught my attention. It's an entry that records the song that he would like to have it played at his funeral.
I played the song on youtube and tears just rolled down my cheeks (naturally)...
Im really touched by it and dedicated to myself, I shall name it the Death Song. When the day comes for me, i hope for the same song to be played... (if only there is someone who will remember)
In the Arms of An Angel
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
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