One Day I'll FLy Away
One Day I'll FLy Away,
I make it alone, When love is gone, Still you made your mark, Here in my heart, One day I'll fly away, Leave your love to yesterday, What more can your love do for me, When will love be through with me, I follow the night, Can't stand the light, When will I begin, My life again, One Day I'll fly away, Leave your love to yesterday, What more can your love do for me, When will love be through with me, Why live life from dream to dream, And dread the day that dreaming ends One day I'll fly away leave your love to yesterday, What more can your love do for me, When will love be through with me, Why live life from dream to dream , And dread the day that dreaming ends, One day i'll fly away, fly away, fly away.......................
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I make it alone, When love is gone, Still you made your mark, Here in my heart, One day I'll fly away, Leave your love to yesterday, What more can your love do for me, When will love be through with me, I follow the night, Can't stand the light, When will I begin, My life again, One Day I'll fly away, Leave your love to yesterday, What more can your love do for me, When will love be through with me, Why live life from dream to dream, And dread the day that dreaming ends One day I'll fly away leave your love to yesterday, What more can your love do for me, When will love be through with me, Why live life from dream to dream , And dread the day that dreaming ends, One day i'll fly away, fly away, fly away.......................
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Why I'm thinking today?
Today I’m thinking about the fact that soon after I die, no one is going to remember me.
Sounds melancholy, but it’s true. If I ever have children, they will remember me. They’ll cry at my funeral. If my wife is alive when I die, she’ll miss me. But as time goes on, they’ll miss me and cry for me less and less. I haven’t anything to remember me, neither nationwide nor family wise.
If I ever have grandchildren, they might remember me after I die. I have never seen my grandparents consequently no feelings at all. My eldest brother all will cry for me after I die. I have lost my elder brother who loved me so much as his own son. You see how bad lucky man I’m? I didn’t knew even my elder brother already been passes away at early in the morning while I was flying for my job.
My family didn’t inform me if I stop to move from the country and will stay to see the death body ever last time. My other four brothers are still alive and their passing very happy life with their kids and wives.
Eventually though, one day they will all die themselves, and I will be completely forgotten by everyone else that is alive.
Can you remember your Great-Grandparents? Do you even know their names? I know only the name of my grand father. What about Great-Great-Grandparents? You don’t have to feel bad about it. I know almost nothing about mine.
Chances are, I will not be remembered like Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujib, Benjamin Franklin, George Washington, Mao Se Tung, Martin Luther King, Gandhi,Rabindra Nath Tagore, Kazi Nazrul Islam, Abbas Uddin, Abdul Alim, Michael Jackson or Babe Ruth. I’m just a normal, average guy who loves his wife, Love holy mother land, loves the almighty Allah; loves the holy Qur’an, Hatis, I loves Rasul Nabi Karim (S),Holy Makkah & Madina Munwara. I probably won’t win thousands to heroes of the Bengali Nation.
I likely won’t have a book published, and if I do, it won’t be on the Bangla Academy best-seller list. I have released 3 musical albums named “Bangabandhu Swarone Mukthir Gaan, those were not so bad, but not sells as like as other super hit album of Bengali vocalists. People actually doesn’t remember any history of past. They’re some times shouting for father of nation Bangabandhu while they need to grow public sentiment in favor of them especially election campaign is the great time to use the greatest peoples name and activities. Could you please tell me any name of the supporters, volunteers, ideal followers of the political leader or of any popular political party’s whom cried on the streets for their beloved leader?
That is I; yes this is the stupid follower of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujib. I did myself at early in the morning of 15 August, 1975 when the bastards has killed our father of nation.
Everything this world tells me I need to invest in is really all vanity. It’s like chasing after the wind. Only 17 years old young men who has attended the liberation war for Independence of the Bengali Nation.
There are two responses I can think of to this predicament:
1. work my butt off trying to make a name for Bengali Nation or
2. find contentment in something other than a lasting legacy, and enjoy life while I have it.
I choose #2. I won’t be remembered when I die, but I will be with my Father, who has known me since before time began. And that is enough for me.
Sounds melancholy, but it’s true. If I ever have children, they will remember me. They’ll cry at my funeral. If my wife is alive when I die, she’ll miss me. But as time goes on, they’ll miss me and cry for me less and less. I haven’t anything to remember me, neither nationwide nor family wise.
If I ever have grandchildren, they might remember me after I die. I have never seen my grandparents consequently no feelings at all. My eldest brother all will cry for me after I die. I have lost my elder brother who loved me so much as his own son. You see how bad lucky man I’m? I didn’t knew even my elder brother already been passes away at early in the morning while I was flying for my job.
My family didn’t inform me if I stop to move from the country and will stay to see the death body ever last time. My other four brothers are still alive and their passing very happy life with their kids and wives.
Eventually though, one day they will all die themselves, and I will be completely forgotten by everyone else that is alive.
Can you remember your Great-Grandparents? Do you even know their names? I know only the name of my grand father. What about Great-Great-Grandparents? You don’t have to feel bad about it. I know almost nothing about mine.
Chances are, I will not be remembered like Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujib, Benjamin Franklin, George Washington, Mao Se Tung, Martin Luther King, Gandhi,Rabindra Nath Tagore, Kazi Nazrul Islam, Abbas Uddin, Abdul Alim, Michael Jackson or Babe Ruth. I’m just a normal, average guy who loves his wife, Love holy mother land, loves the almighty Allah; loves the holy Qur’an, Hatis, I loves Rasul Nabi Karim (S),Holy Makkah & Madina Munwara. I probably won’t win thousands to heroes of the Bengali Nation.
I likely won’t have a book published, and if I do, it won’t be on the Bangla Academy best-seller list. I have released 3 musical albums named “Bangabandhu Swarone Mukthir Gaan, those were not so bad, but not sells as like as other super hit album of Bengali vocalists. People actually doesn’t remember any history of past. They’re some times shouting for father of nation Bangabandhu while they need to grow public sentiment in favor of them especially election campaign is the great time to use the greatest peoples name and activities. Could you please tell me any name of the supporters, volunteers, ideal followers of the political leader or of any popular political party’s whom cried on the streets for their beloved leader?
That is I; yes this is the stupid follower of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujib. I did myself at early in the morning of 15 August, 1975 when the bastards has killed our father of nation.
Everything this world tells me I need to invest in is really all vanity. It’s like chasing after the wind. Only 17 years old young men who has attended the liberation war for Independence of the Bengali Nation.
There are two responses I can think of to this predicament:
1. work my butt off trying to make a name for Bengali Nation or
2. find contentment in something other than a lasting legacy, and enjoy life while I have it.
I choose #2. I won’t be remembered when I die, but I will be with my Father, who has known me since before time began. And that is enough for me.
