Where have all the good men gone?
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder end rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me . . . .
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder end rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me . . . .
posted by Munira | 3:35 PM
12 Comments:
you write so well :)
maybe that someone somewhere is missing you too. :)
Thanks Gulnaz.
I hope he is :-D
salaam
Thanks Marroo :)
However this particular post is an excerpt from the lyrics of "Holding out for a Hero".
I guess I should've given credit at the bottom of the post too, since hardly anybody is noticing the title link.
Thanks darling :)
I really appreciate your sweet words.
Btw I keep checking your blog for anything new but in vain ;) Do post something na! :D
I got up to this by orkut.
I really liked ur poetry...ahhh...specially the the good men one...i appreciate it..really ..its good to see ppl write that good in country like Pakistan.I am IMPRESSED!!!REALLY!!!!!
yousuf
I got up to this by orkut.
I really liked ur poetry...ahhh...specially the the good men one...i appreciate it..really ..its good to see ppl write that good in country like Pakistan.I am IMPRESSED!!!REALLY!!!!!
yousuf
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