As I look beyond the river of Thames,
I can see a dream.
A dream that has long been forgotten.
A dream of passion and love and lust.
On the wet pavement I can see the fallen leaves of Autumn.
In the middle of the nights I shiver of Winter.
In the light of dawn I long for Azan.
Have I realise these?
A dream come true.
Strolling down the cold streets of Picadilly Circus in November rain,
I feel like crying alone.
Keep asking myself;
Should I cry?
London is a dream... London is Paradise;
Capital city of the hearts of many people... still;
Still I feel my soul craving for something deep inside,
That wounds I created myself,
The hunger for love and lust that I have missed.
In the yearning days of warm heaven,
I missed the view that have always pampered my eyes with passion.
Then I realised...
I don't belong here,
I belong there,
With you,
Sayang.
I Don't Belong Here (October 1996)
Khairul Abdul Karim
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