Post by princesskitana on Nov 1, 2004 4:10:45 GMT -5
Cannot put this poem into love, cause then it'll mean shit.
So i've decided this is where it'll have to fit. Mera Dil?
No.........Tera Dil?.....No......Aaron's Dil?.......hmm....Ji haan.
Suno to my song, this pleading words of utilization.
The ground raises, so does my voice. I break and fight, to be heard.
Dirty massacars are in my mind, images you've painted, will not die.
But to who does it affect?? Mera Dil?...maybe...Tera Dil?..hmm..maybe....Aaron's Dil?........hmm..ji haan.
Suno to my song, these are the aspiring anger in our generation.
Shot guns are heard, bombs are secure tight, bodies are slain.
But who cares? Mera Dil?....sometimes.....Tera Dil?....I honestly wouldn't know......Aarons Dil?........hmm......Ji haan.
Feelings mean shit , Love and hate is a crime, leave it alone.
Dirty hands try to patch the work...but who will speak?
Suno to my song, I speak the truth. Life's within a web. TRAPPED!
But does it matter? Koi baat Nahin...can I say anymore?....But in Aaron's Dil....hmm...Ji haan.....it'll mean the world.
This is the end to say the least...Dil...Sirf Dil.
IN THIS AGE OF DARKNESS!
Note: poem written in parts of Hindi, Dil=heart, what more needs to be said?
So i've decided this is where it'll have to fit. Mera Dil?
No.........Tera Dil?.....No......Aaron's Dil?.......hmm....Ji haan.
Suno to my song, this pleading words of utilization.
The ground raises, so does my voice. I break and fight, to be heard.
Dirty massacars are in my mind, images you've painted, will not die.
But to who does it affect?? Mera Dil?...maybe...Tera Dil?..hmm..maybe....Aaron's Dil?........hmm..ji haan.
Suno to my song, these are the aspiring anger in our generation.
Shot guns are heard, bombs are secure tight, bodies are slain.
But who cares? Mera Dil?....sometimes.....Tera Dil?....I honestly wouldn't know......Aarons Dil?........hmm......Ji haan.
Feelings mean shit , Love and hate is a crime, leave it alone.
Dirty hands try to patch the work...but who will speak?
Suno to my song, I speak the truth. Life's within a web. TRAPPED!
But does it matter? Koi baat Nahin...can I say anymore?....But in Aaron's Dil....hmm...Ji haan.....it'll mean the world.
This is the end to say the least...Dil...Sirf Dil.
IN THIS AGE OF DARKNESS!
Note: poem written in parts of Hindi, Dil=heart, what more needs to be said?
