seeing photos of mass destruction...hearing stories of people who did everything to save themselves or their loved ones...talking about how pitiful these ppl were...
somehow, i just feel so helpless...we see, we hear, we speak of the unfairness of this world...yet we in such a privileged society, where we can go about our lives w/o fearing a natural disater, w/o having live in terror of being shot down if we stepped out of our house, of having a high certainty that our dear ones are safe and sound... the majority of us merely has to deal with the "stress" and "competition" that our highly developed society faces...and the stories of earthquakes, of tsunamis, of cyclones, of civil wars just seem so far away... we feel a great sense of pity for those who have to face all these, we even cry when we listen to their stories, we dig deep into our pockets to give what we can...however, we will never come close to understanding... never...
imagine, living somewhere where natural disasters are part and parcel of life...somewhere where you are thankful that u or ur family did not lose ur lives this time...where u stand in front of a demolished house...a house where you once shared all your fun, joy and laughter with ur loved ones...you can only stare in disbelief, shock and despair, yet grateful you were not in there...
no...i guess we cant really imagine...i can only hope that i can grow up into an aware, feeling person...who can contribute to these ppl...i really hope i can...
Beauty In Walking Away
A light shines off in the distance
A pale flickering glow
How many times do I have to dream that I could be there
The time is here and she won't be waiting for me to find the easy way out
I've lost count of the days that were wasted
There's an answer in the sound of a train
There is wisdom past the bridge on the bay
There's a lifetime through the fog, in the rain
There's a beauty in walking away
I float on the streets that are empty
Take the path that the wind only knows
Tonight is the last time that I'll ever be here
There's an answer in the sound of a train
There is wisdom past the bridge on the bay
There's a lifetime through the fog, in the rain
There's a beauty in walking away
It's never quite simple, it's never that safe
It never seems perfect until it's too late
It's never the right time to find a new way
There's an answer in the sound of a train
There is wisdom past the bridge on the bay
There's a lifetime through the fog, in the rain
There's a beauty in walking away