When will i let my burning fire
Breathing
With the water from the
Ceiling
Dropping slowly kills me softly
Until i spit it out coldly

I want to have something to love
Why must i suffer from the sorrow?
I want to know that i have hope
Why can't i wish to live tomorrow?

Oh, what a price
For a man to be loved
My soulless eyes
Torn hearts as i hope
Will my misery
Leave and let me go?

What will it takes from me, man
To bare this loneliness with pain
Will it kills me?
Will the fate rewritten for the sake
Of my suffering?

I desire nothing but a life
That fully lived with love
Slow dances, passionate kisses
Words of jokes and support
I desire whatever that life is

Tell me, man
Will i die with a frown on my face
For a life unlived
Or will i die beside my lover
At a last hold of our hands?

Shall we
come back laughing and questioning
whatever the world
and their words mean?

sailing once again
fighting against the world;
you and I
until the dusk's glimpse shows
searching our meaning of life

Even when our treasury's lost
our ship's sail torn
and the captain's nowhere to be found
i would still know
what the time hides under its cover

shall we
come back smiling while staring at the rainbow?
i promise i will look at you
when you turn around and smile at me

I should write
otherwise
i will miss the beauty of life
that walks past
just in the glimpse of an eye

I should write
for the wet street after the rain,
and the peace it makes;
The music in the background that plays,
in my rest after a long day.

I should write
dance with my pen
lost under my conscious time
incapricious smile
like a man after shots of wine

I should write
otherwise
with what else should i live this life?

God wants you to be a poet
so you can reclaim your soul
what was stolen by
the empty world

God makes your life a poetry
so you will tear apart the rigidity
of the time, of the system
worldly desires had consumed
beautiful souls of the children

God saves you with your pen and ink
for you to rewrite the history
of what was killed by the fury
from whoever call themselves 'giant'
the almighty
when they only lasted no longer than
'ninety years'

God is a poet
and so you are

Throw them a stick to a million miles
they'll chase it, like some treasure hunt
weary bones caught the storm
they'll pray for whatever's worst

A man wants to live his life carelessly
but once the wrong step come up
he dies painfully
sometime what's seem weak
might have you saved
from anything cruel

Long time to wait
some ******* fate
unplanned disaster
i'll wait for him
for everything
i'll make him happy

'cause I love him

Here comes the weather
who runs through me
slips among my veins
dandelion destroyer
time breaker

i felt it better
when  i stood somewhere else
shiver on the tip of my ears
kisses from the wind

the weather
what can it means
so long to not to be seen
lost songs of what could have been