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Jangan Kau Benci

dupp..dapp..
perlahan dan akhirnya terhenti seketika
mata berkaca tapi ditahan jua
kenapa duka ini terus menduga?

bisik jiwa yang sedang dalam perang
'katakan tidak! katakan jangan!'
tapi lidah tak mampu
kerana ada hati yang mengharap

jangan bawa aku ke atas sana
aku tak mampu berdiri
kaki ini akan membawa aku jatuh jua nanti

jangan pujuk aku untuk ke sana
aku tak mampu kendiri
hati ini sering goyah merangkak

jangan biarkan aku di hadapan
aku belum kuat berjuang
saat hati malas berperang
langkah akan kaku termangu

pujuk rayu dan dukungan
mampukah aku jalaninya lagi?
hidup dalam kuku besi
tapi masih berdiam diri

aku tak mampu bangkit ke atas
tapi aku bisa andai kau bersama

aku belum mampu untuk ke sana
tapi mungkin mapan andai kau ada bersama

aku tak bisa berdiri di hadapan
tapi mungkin mampu andai kau sudi di belakang

aku tak mahukan perjuangan satu kepala
aku mahukan perjuangan satu jiwa

aku bukan insan tanpa cela
penuh duka dan mazmumahnya
tapi andai kau sudi
bawalah aku hidup lebih bahagia

jangan kau benci siapa aku di atas sana
tapi perbetulkan aku
jangan kau benci tindakan aku di atas sana
tapi mandirikan aku

pimpin aku untuk terbang tinggi
agar kita sama-sama rasai deru angin
menghempas kuat namun kita gagah selusuri

mungkin tak terpacak bendera juang kita saat aku di depan
mungkin tak berganjak langkah kita ke hadapan
cukup hanya kita kekal setia dengan panji
agar islam kan suatu hari nanti tegak berdiri

biar kita satu barisan penuh cinta dan juang
biar kita satu barisan penuh setia dan aturan
biar kita satu berisan penuh iman dalam tenang
kerana kita pemuda islam yang dinanti!




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