Irvan Hermawan Saichu

Rookie (31 May 1979 / Blitar)

Don't Be Dim [3]


If you remember your past still has a future
That's tough to give others the impression that you
If the night and sleepy, you will be able to wake up
That suffering will provide other benefits as well
Every day you keep running away from the soul
To go to a slower rhythm of life
I am the death that bring sadness and tears
I am the love that take on a lover
I am a life that began in hate boring
I was a death which is the deadline for the struggle
I am the eternal love that is always at the heart
I am the life of a promising future
I am the death that will come to you
I am the love that gives meaning in your life and death
I am the life that endlessly gives the opportunity
I am the death that distinguishes between the brave and the cowardly
I am the love that always serve and be served
I am a life that does not determine everything
I wish I was dead maybe if I meet you there
If I was drowning in love, maybe love is always held me back
Supposing I am eternal life, only love can make me survive

Submitted: Monday, July 25, 2011
Edited: Monday, July 25, 2011

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