by Zicko Adanan
Listen dear,
We’re not that young anymore
Day by day we crawl forward,
Pushed by time
to the tip of that somber sword,
So thin, so sharp and deadly,
We’re all gonna get killed someday.
Listen dear,
We can’t go back anymore,
The past only educates
not for us to cling onto,
All our foolishness were only chances
given by time,
So we learn.
We’re not that young anymore
Day by day we crawl forward,
Pushed by time
to the tip of that somber sword,
So thin, so sharp and deadly,
We’re all gonna get killed someday.
Listen dear,
We can’t go back anymore,
The past only educates
not for us to cling onto,
All our foolishness were only chances
given by time,
So we learn.
Listen dear,
Time won’t tolerate anymore,
We’re nearing the sword now,
Open up those eyes,
See how vivid it becomes,
See it shines brighter day by day,
Then only we realize and tremble.
My dear,
We’ll be wondering,
When will it strikes through?
What would it feels like?
Remember my dear,
We’re not that young anymore.
Mabruk syeikkhhhhhhhh
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