The Muse

The Muse

Muhammad Sufyan Al-Khalifah Bin Roslan
  • Khalifah Fil Ard
  • 3 Shaaban 1409H / 11 March 1989
  • Singapore Polytechnic
  • Ahlul 'Ilm Intifadha
  • Al-Munawwar
  • Masjid Jamiyah Ar-Rabitah (Nurabitah Youth)

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  • Rite Of Passage



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    Famous Last Words

    In every loss, in every lie
    In every truth that you'd deny
    And each regret and each goodbye
    was a mistake too great to hide
  • The Trumpet Player

    Friday, 12 February 2010

    Always in the way, I think I've had enough of this
    Why is everyone so cold and lonely?
    Here I go again, I'll try relating to the selfishly absurd

    Take me for a ride and leave me somewhere I can live
    Without feeling everybody's sorrow
    I want to feel the numbness that surrounds most of our hearts
    To feel like I am normal while ripping lives apart

    Somewhere on the way to degradation
    I met a man who put me in my place
    He said,"You will not see me,
    You'll know the truth when you hear this trumpet play"

    Doctor can you give me something for my state of mind?
    If we're all on the same pill it's alright
    "Sorry son you'll have to walk this bridge without a crutch
    We're out of medication, the world is out of love"

    Just then I heard something from the distance
    The trumpet player sitting on the hill
    He said "I really do not have an answer now"
    Then vanished standing still

    In the face on everyone I saw a little madness
    And decided not to be part of that scene
    The only way it seemed

    Always on the wrong side of affection
    We step on heads to get oere than we need
    Never understanding the afterglow
    The reflection of our greed

    Al-Khalifah Barakallahu Feekum @ 02:15

    Fi amanillah barakallahu feekum // requeimforthefallen.blogspot.com