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The Ones That Got Away: Look into your heart

For those who have read my earlier posts, you may be aware that I have written several songs dedicated to different people in my life.

Well, this was the first, dedicated to her... Written during the time when she was beyond the sea and far away.

(XXXX represents parts of corrupt memory... I really can't remember these parts)

Here goes...

Look into Your Heart

We've been friends for so very long
Our friendship's so strong
But I don't want to end it today
By what I have to say

I've been waiting half my life
For something to arrive

Be careful what you hide
Please don't take me for a ride
Just look into your heart
And you'll see who's inside

I remember when you went away
I begged you to stay
You left me alone in fear
And a mountain of tears

When you came back again
To comfort your old friend
Then what I felt right from the start
must reach into your heart


Just look into your heart
and you'll see...

Who's inside

Lyrics and music: Abdullah Mohd Nawi (1997)

I just wish that I knew how to write music so that you could actually imagine what the song sounds like...


azie said…
ai totally like the corrupted part,ehehehe
Abdullah said…
Hehehe...yeah cool huh?...
But seriously, I just wish I could remember the lines..
Princess Liyana said…
alaahai..i hope that you will remember the corrupted part..soon;)
missyizzati said…
i know what you can do. sing the song and upload it here. that way, we can imagine what the song sounds like. :D
Abdullah said…
Thank you...and welcome to my blog :)

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