Look What You've Done...




Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to prove

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Give me back my point of view
'Cause I just can't think for you
I can hardly hear you say
What should I do, well you choose

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone

Take my photo off the wall
If it just won't sing for you
'Cause all that's left has gone away
And there's nothing there for you to do

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems likes such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Oh, look what you've done
You've made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone

--Jet

Song Of The Soul...

In the depth of my soul there is A wordless song -
a song that lives In the seed of my heart...
It refuses to melt with ink on Parchment;
it engulfs my affection In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips...

How can I sigh it?
I fear it may Mingle with earthly ether...
To whom shall I sing it?
It dwells In the house of my soul, in fear of Harsh ears...
When I look into my inner eyes,
I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips,
I feel its vibrations...
The deeds of my hands heed its Presence,
as a lake must reflect The glittering stars;
my tears Reveal it,
as bright drops of dew Reveal,
the secret of a withering rose...

It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.

It is the song of love;
What voice could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine;
What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin's secret;
What string could quiver it?

Who dares unite the roar of the sea,
And the singing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest,
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words,
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice,

The song of The SOUL ??

Who Am I ??

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Am The Soul...... Am The Light Divine...... Am Love...... Am Will...... Am Fixed Design...... !! Neither I Can Change That... Nor I Want To...