Sep 2, 2009

Alive

By. Istiana Nurmaulidawanti

Can you ever imagine, my love..

If one can see the place would be die..

Will all the flowers get black..
Will all the folks shutted..

Can you imagine, love..

If one can see the time would be die..

Will all the ticks get stopped..
Will all the morning passed..

Can you imagine, love..

If one can see the soul would be die..

Will all the friends get fall..
Will all the love end..

So, my love..

Will you standing still..
Will you understand..
Will you promise..
Will you remember..
Will you see..
Then..
Will you help..

There’s a life brighter in the dark..
There’s a life smoother in the reef
And there is a life colder in the firebomb..

That is why we call it ‘alive’..

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