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  237.     

I Sing A Song

I sing a song of a thousand words,
A love song just for you.
It flows within my heart and soul,
Will you sing it too?

Join me in this lovely song,
Sing it with me dear.
Shout it out from deep within,
For everyone to hear.

I sing a song of a thousand words,
A song so filled with love.
A song that also birds will sing,
Even the mourning dove.

We'll sing it all the time my love,
Throughout every day.
This love song of a thousand words,
For each other we convey.
 
Adam McKim

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  238.     

This Damn Radio

This dawn radio is playing the same old song/
One song over and over like a fly who's persistence is strong/
well I don't blame them though cause they in business and no body is wrong/
But I just don't like how they keep playing the same damn song/
This damn radio/
I switched from metro,2000, yfm and even highveld stereo/
But I just find the same damn song playing on this damn radio/
From one dj to another the song keeps playing over and over/
They make the topics so interesting to listen to and then bamn/
those songs come up and blow your steam/
Eventually you find yourself taping your foot to its rhythm/
That very same song you hated just gets your limbs grooving/
I don't get these dj's as if there is some thing worth proving/
This damn radio/
it gives options to play it stereo and mono/ I just don't know why I hate this damn radio/
But I'm a advent listener of it though/
Or maybe I'm just a hater of the shows presenter/
That speaks so fluently and you can never hear them stutter/
No wait I think I should speak to the manager/
Yes like white people I'll get there and demand to see the manager/
Raise hell on that guy and maybe I'll write how the listener service sucks on hello peter/
Or maybe I shouldn't because even though I hate this damn radio but I'm still an advent listener/
 
moemedi lynx magoro

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  239.     

Who Is that Sing in me!

All the time listen to that great singer,
The great song, great lyrics sung with great melody,
Someone sings in me and everyone,
' I am you and you are me,
Come and see, we are one! '

But how in this turbulent flow of life,
Is it true, everyone listen this?
Some say caged bird sings,
Some say it is song of soul,
Some say it has a song and it sings,
some try to listen it, some say, when I have my own song how can I listen it?

Fantastic song it is, it the song of the divine,
Song of a dreamer, song of the captain of life,
some listen to it and forget what they are,
Some listen to it and follow the singer,
Some only try to find,
who is the singer,
Only a few can see the singer,
Look at the singer, listen the song,
Where one will be when absorbed by that divine song,
The song that enchanted me
The song that enchant everyone,
It is the God that sings,
' Ah, come to me,
Oh my child, wakeup from dream,
In this dream you are playing,
You are thinking, that you play at things,
wakeup and see, it is I am that playing!
Your sorrows are mine,
My sorrows are yours,
your body is not that cage,
It is my own temple, where I am playing my
own game! '

'Where you want to go,
You are not caged anytime
You only restricted yourself
Building a cage, you yourself sat inside
Then closed the door of cage
And that is the foolishness separated us'

'Oh dear child open the door at least that of window
of heart!
You went on sail, setting your own map,
But lured by various destinations,
One better than another, lost the plan and map,
Wonder and wander
here and there for
millions of years,
But had you listened my eternal song,
That has all maps and information,
You would have been with me as per the schedule

Only your own fall to attraction,
You lost your bag and baggage,
Whenever you lost that, you acquired new one,
But none of the bag had no map,
This time you are with the right one,
Right map, Radio, T.V., intranet and internet,
Just turn to me tuning to my station
Switching to my protocol and IP address,
Click at the linK
You feel, all fall and pain,
you find medicine outside
your ego,
Just cleanse It with tears of love,
Just apply cream of faith, go to work with head phones on in your ears,
Go to work which bring peace! '

'Where you are always free,
Don't kill my spirit, only come and sing with me,
My eternal song, come with me,
Oh my child, I am you and you are me,
Let us be one and sing, we are one in love,
We are always were not different,
We make our voice strong and loud so that,
Captains of missing ships can listen us,
Be my relay station helping my song to reach all! '

This is that song,
that eternal song,
sung by Almighty
in every heart!

The heart is chorus,
Is that source
Where He built
His temple and not a
cage to keep singing bird
in captivity or exile!

I am that his son now realised

I am that foolish
ungrateful son
put that infinite
eternal well wisher,
Melodious singer
My own father
Behind the bars!
 
Ramdas Bhandarkar

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  240.     

I thought our song was this..

A picture frame Hangs on a wall And I'm surprised I even noticed it at all The years have warped the frame A crack runs through the paint It’s begun to fade But the pictures still the same If you look close enough you’ll know

Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song

Now I stare At an empty room But memories Give my soul a different view Of all the lives you touched You taught me so much Now angles lift you up To a place you loved so much And you’ll be welcome there
I know

Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song

This is our sad goodbye (this is our sad goodbye) But it’s not a bad goodbye

Well I don’t know What I believe All I knowsoul a different view Of all the lives you touched You taught me so much Now angles lift you up To a place you loved so much And you’ll be welcome there
I know

Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song

This is our sad goodbye (this is our sad goodbye) But it’s not a bad goodbye

Well I don’t know What I believe All I know Is that there more to it than me Its time for you to go To say goodbye I know I cross my T’s real slow I close my eyes If you look close enough you’ll know

Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song

This is our sad goodbye (this is our sad goodbye) But it’s not a bad goodbye This is our sad goodbye (this is our sad goodbye) But it’s not a bad goodbye
This is the lyrics to Our Song By Goodnight Nurse.

I thought this could be our song, But you lied to me hurt me in everyway

why didnt you tell me you said you didnt want to loose me but you

wouldnt of. Do you think I'm that easy to get ride of? Babe I love you

but you need more trust in me. The thought of you with another girl kills

me you think its funny when you talk to me about them or I see you

look. Tell me could this be are song or my orst nightmare?
I thought this could be our song, But you lied to me hurt me in everyway

why didnt you tell me you said you didnt want to loose me but you

wouldnt of. Do you think I'm that easy to get ride of? Babe I love you

but you need more trust in me. The thought of you with another girl kills

me you think its funny when you talk to me about them or I see you

look. Tell me could this be are song or my worst nightmare?
 
Alex Ginger

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