:: This Longing

I said I long for my homeland so dearly.

They said I was so baby then, it can't be.

I don't have friends, I don't have memory..

Yes, I agree, they're right. ....Partially...

In this journey, life really flings me into a deep misery.

I feel so alien, no one understands what's in me!!

Try...I try, I really try but still I'm belonged to not here.

Years, decades pass by..so where is my place actually??

Waha Bani, apsaras, Katé, are not the things I should celebrate

It's someones' cloth outside but the blood, hey I'm so Cham inside!

I do fasting during Ramâwan or Ramajan, any problem with that?

I'm 'Cam Ahier' huh? Ah who cares, the towers are too, my pride right?

I was born there, Palei Kaoh... my parents mention the name.

How does it look like, so do Padra, Pabhar, Puk Kin ..Palei Ram?

Bimong Po Klaong, Bimong Po Sah, Po Nager, Po Romé, Po Dam..?

Bal Caong, Cek Cambang, Aia Trang? I'm tired keep imagining them!

Day meets night and night meets day, I'm still in isolation.

I keep my faith still, be determined to fulfill a painful demand.

I, me and my self keep learning in this solitary, it's our passion.

My heart, my soul yell for a return, yell for what are mine.

I'm growing up being a person with heart with love.

All these while, I can't figure out what love can gives.

Now I see love is a trigger, for the desire, a power.

As love presents, I start to trace the track of the older.....

Step..by step..alone.

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It's not nothing for me there, it's my home. I gain the memory from the ancestors, they left us a very valuable sort of knowledge - the language. It's maybe differ due to the geographical and social matters, but it's still our ONE Cham language. Please be in my shoes and try to suffer how hurt I am instead of asking me what do I have in Vietnam...

:: We are One

SIMBA:

As you go through life you'll see

There is so much that we

Don't understand

And the only thing we know

Is things don't always go

The way we planned

But you'll see every day

That we'll never turn away

When it seems all your dreams come undone

We will stand by your side

Filled with hope and filled with pride

We are more than we are

We are one

KIARA:

If there's so much I must be

Can I still just be me

The way I am?

Can I trust in my own heart

Or am I just one part

Of some big plan?

SIMBA:

Even those who are gone

Are with us as we go on

Your journey has only begun

Tears of pain, tears of joy

One thing nothing can destroy

Is our pride, deep inside

We are one

We are one, you and I

We are like the earth and sky

One family under the sun

All the wisdom to lead

All the courage that you need

You will find when you see

We are one

Sometimes, fears of the elders makes me confuse which way I should choose.. An independent person tied to some rules with no full clarification, it's kind of conflicting. Maybe because I'm just a raw bud so I can't really understand what he's talking about. I can't choose the fate of my blood, all I have are some colors I dun like, to colorize my endless journey as a responsible. And all of the colors are only black base. Months ago a man asked me who is the owner of "black blog". He called my blog "black" even there is title on top. He addressed my blog so precisely.

Let's listen to the song which I've been listening since my teenage. Enjoy... =)