Million Miles

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Tuesday, May 03, 2005

The weather in Lahore is changing, alhamdolilah! Just look at the sky and not an inch of it seems real! Its beautiful and lovely, blue and peaceful and so non-May-ish. Last week I was going through the newspaper and there was an article about the changing weather in Lahore, according to which this year we will have no real summers, which would be a miracle and a dream come true too. And ever since I read that I've told this bit of news to half a dozen people around me who get equally delightful to hear it. If only it'd rain everyday...

Let it rain
As I walk these streets unknown
To no one named
Not even myself
When I'm low

Give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most

Let it go
No mother no father no home
Forget as all others
Have forgotten
When I'm alone

But give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most

Let it come
Love that lifts me up
Pain that brings me down
Everything I'd ever want and don't
When I'm not strong

But give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most

Let it rain
Let it flood these streets and wash me away
To where it makes no difference who I am
Or what the future holds
When I don't know

But give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most
Give me hope
That help is coming
When I need it most

posted by Niqabi at 6:15 AM

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

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