Helen Folasade Adu, woman, nigerian with her English group Sade, singer, goddess.
Friday, 16 July 2010
18:10
The ground is full of broken stones. The last leaf has fallen...
I have nowhere to turn now
Not east, not west, north or south...
And all that's ahead of me, and everything I know
I know nothing so... so bring me home.
Put me on a plate with petals and a fire... And send me out to sea
Turn my angry sword, against my heart, and let me free.
The dawn holds the heaviness of the night..
I've heard the restless sighs and lovers lies, the brook, the beach and seen the devil's eyes
So bring me home...
I've cried for the lives I've lost. Like a child in need of love.
I've been so close but... far away from God.
My tears flow like a child's in need of love, I've cried the tears               
So let the tide take me, I won't fight                                                        
I've cried the tears.

The small step I need to take is a mountain, stretched out like a lazy dog
Send me to slaughter, lay me on the railway line---I'm far away from God
My tears flow like a child's in need of love
I've cried the tears.
So build the fire! And light the flame!                                           
Bring me home...

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Here is where I'm free. Free to write, free to think. I'm all by myself, all to myself. Only me.­­ ­I can shout my fucks and cry my Oh Gods. Look to my madness or say "who are you?" Today, I fell connected. Tomorrow, maybe not. Maybe I'm too worried with other things, someone is here with me. Maybe inspiration didn't hit me. My most important thoughts (to me) come to me when I'm far away from notepads and notebooks, but close to myself. That's what this is made of.
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We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness. — Hunter S. Thompson

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