Grass story

Do you know grass my friends?
green long thin plant on the field
have you ever felt sorry for them?
bending touching the ground,
blow by the fierce wind,
burn by the fierry fire,
but don't feel sorry for them,
because you know what my friends?
they never break not even once,
their root themself to the ground so strong,
so they'll never go anywhere,
when the fire comes,
they hide their seeds underground,
growing more strong generations,
from their own ashes,
all they need is a little bit water,
all they need is a little bit sunshine,
just a little bit, is enough for them,
to grow and conquer the vast fields again,
just like before,
so learn something from them my friends,
because I did.

Masihkah kau ingat kepada ku?

Melayang ke belakang dengan hampa,
sebuah tangan yang mungil,
mengenggam telunjukku dengan erat,
dan ia tersenyum melihatku,
senyuman paling tulus pernah kuterima,
saat itu aku berjanji,
takkan pernah kubiarkan kau sendiri,
akan kulindungi kau sepenuh hati,
bermain kita berlari kesana kemari,
tak pernah lepas tangan mungilmu,
sampai saatnya aku harus pergi,
dua puluh purnama telah berlalu,
dan aku bertanya-tanya,
entah apa masih adakah,
sosok kecil yang kurindukan dulu,
sudah berapa besar dikau sekarang?
dan masihkah kau ingat kepadaku?

I'm really sorry...

I only want you free from me and myself,
I only want you to be happy,
So I keep silence all the time being,
So I keep every thought to my self,
I thought you'll just wipe me from your sight,
I thought you'll be happier if I'm not around,
I never thought that I cause so much trouble,
I never thought I really hurt you so much,
I wish you'll forget me someday,
I wish I was never been there before,
I'm really sorry you know me,
I'm really sorry, truly...

My trusted friend is pain

Everytime I looked around,
it's always the same surely,
pain is always there to be found,
bring me to the edge of insanity.
never once I blame it for any,
cause I know I need it mostly,
to understand a little bit of me,
although sometimes it does scary,
but fear has to be crushed,
the courage needed to be found,
to defeat my self by my self,
swallow every bitter dirt smashed,
accepted any to keep the bind,
I found pain is the most trusted friend,
you'll know a lot of things,
that you still alive,
that you don't wanna be there again,
that you don't wanna caused them,
that you'll learn something,
that's why I believe it.

The Sky up there

I lie down my back on the field of grass,
where summer flower bursting everywhere I saw,
resting my feet for awhile,
yes... running like hell I was,
looked up above and I was thinking....,
The sky surely a wonder of nature,
blue... it's all blue and just blue,
gazing into it relaxing my mind,
so deep, unlimited, so wide,
a place where clouds can play,
shaping as they wished, without you care,
stars, moon and Sun sometimes comes too,
ohh... how I envy you, great sky...,
I wish I am you, or at least like you
I know my shell is too small,
but I promise you, I'll learn something,
teach me how will you?
teach me how to have a heart like you.

The weather nowdays

I don't understand the weather today,
last week were cloudly days,
with the Sun and clouds chasing each other,
greet me with smile and laughter,
then yesterday was rainy one,
with thunderous cloud raging at me,
and today, it seems that all has stopped,
but still leave confusion in my head,
even leaves the weatherman clueless,
I don't know what will happened tommorow,
yet, I know the sun is always there,
behind all the clouds and rain,
so I guess, I can only pray,
let God up there decide what's for me,
will tomorrow be a shinny days or not.

When it will be?

When the time has comes,
all layers will be turned upside down,
uncover the truth which is exist,
It was there all the time,
only our eyes refuse to see it,
the key to all questions,
yet they never asked,
yesterday, today or tomorrow,
we never change, haven't we?
always searching something which never exist,
but that is when hope is needed,
to keep on going on our struggle,
carrying pain accross our own universe,
so when it will be fullfilled?

to Hope or not to...

Hope create expectation,
and when you cannot have you expected,
it's leads to frustration,
I learned this along time ago,
when the moon was full,
give everything without wanting any,
it's easy to say and so hard to do,
and learned to let go all of things,
the only problems was,
How can I express it?
How can I make people understand?
How can I say it?
without making any regrets, anger and confusion,
the funny thing is that....
after letting go all the wishes,
I'm still hoping something,
that everything will be allright,
is that wrong?

Why you look down on me?

I know something, I don't know whether its good or bad,
but I'm learning, bit by bit, step by step,
but why you look down on me?
like I did something unforgivable?
the spilled water cannot retaken by any means,
I understand that matter clearly,
but can I filled it from another source?
I don't believe the same second chance will come,
but can I make it up to you?
each of my explanations are lies to you,
yet I'm just telling the truth,
and still you look down on me,
each mistake I make had lessons to learn,
till now I'm still searching and learning to understand it,
where, when, how it went wrong,
I'm just really sad, but no one can see me,
because everyone also look down on me.
like unforgivable sin...

No Regret Life

One by one, as I look back at my memories,
I started to feel like I understood something,
faded words of mine, were actualy there right at my side,
Nights without answers...
touching a bit of warmth...
and a longing in the distance...
I just remember them and live by repeating the cycle,
what I'm holding onto these hands are droplets of time,
softly grasp them...
the forgotten memories...
which I lost words to...
these feeling will be kept in my heart...
forever...

Thank you for your kindness

time has pass quite fast,
the kindness I received from you,
I cannot repay it, really,
'cuz I don't have anything,

thank you for talking to me,
thank you for listening to me,
thank you for guarding my feelings,
thank you for showing me the way,

I will never forget it,
I really appreciate it,
In my own way, by my own way,
I learned a lot, really,

though now I was put in the black box,
which you created when we first met,
though I feel it's not fair to be,
but I respected what you wanted to be,

still, I'm sorry I cannot make you happy,
when you are sad,
still, I'm sorry I don't listen to you
when, you need it most,

now time has already pass,
and the kindness I received from you,
I cannot repay it, really,
'cuz I don't have anything,

thank you for talking to me,
thank you for listening to me,
thank you for guarding my feelings,
thank you for showing me the way.

For someone I know

I'm just a simple man and also stupid one

It's not orange, and it's also not pink,
these eyes are used to see black, grey and white,
It's seems excotic one but not so fast,
cause looks can be deceitfull.

I tried to observe further, see to the edge,
what lies beyond I still don't know,
a wave caught me back to shore,
started to where I began my journey.

So I tried again to move back and forget things,
desire, hope, curiosity, thinking and will,
surprising, I enter a black hole in my journey,
and I started back to the point where I began.

I really don't know what is it?....a sign? a mark?
they just keep coming around in my head
mixed and confuse every step I make,
really I'm just a simple man... and stupid one too.

I like and I hate something

I like to laugh, even a simple joke is enough,
even it was a bad joke,
who come from other people,
I don't like if my joke hurt other,
although sometime I crossed the line,
but I'm really regret that.

I respect people who true to themself,
and I hate people who lying to me,
I'm just a simple and stubborn guy,
I said something as it is
although sometime it wasn't in the right time,
and I'm really sorry for that.

I like to help other people,
it makes me feel worthy of something,
they just have to ask simple and bluntly,
not talked to me too long,
yet some people think I got motive behind that,
let the time tell you all who's right or wrong.

I hate when people tell me what to do,
I'm no anybody's errand boy,
look to who you're talking to,
respect is all I need from you,
if you do not see me, then I will not see you too,
don't ask me why I did that 'cuz you know the answer already.

I know every people got something,
what I hate or I love,
I just trying to balance them out,
'cuz I don't wanna hate other,
'cuz I wanna like them,
'cuz I really like them all.

But then ...
I don't know why...
today...
this night...
I am thinking...
that I hate everyone...

Sing a Song

Sing a song is not a difficulty,
just tune your voice, let it out freely,
Sing a song is really easy,
anyone can do it easily.

Sing a nice song is also not a difficulty,
find a right note and read it rightly,
sing a nice song is still easy,
pick up your guitar and play it accordingly.

But sing a right song is a difficulty, truly,
read the moment and play it wisely,
but sing a right song is hard, really,
for who and what you play it is a necessity.

probably I'm sing not the right song,
probably I'm sing a song, not in the right time,
probably I sing a song, with different melody,
but I know I sing that song for the right reason.

I sing a song for you to tell you something,
I sing a song for you to touch your feelings,
although I know you'll forget these things someday,
but my singing of that song will echoing through the ages.