yet he breath
he holds a face of shame
he bears the looks of disdain
yet he glows like a golden flame
my past is a victim
and i committed the crime
he is the one to suffer
i'm the one that weeps
oh poor past , i shall pray against you
the sour fate is hanging in your sleeves
your sins are permanent stain
you weight nothing but pain
i must not heave
so fall a sleep or leave
leave my past, let the present bring some peace
shed some serenity upon my grieve
my present, i beg to be dauntless
seize what made me thoughtless
present mighty present
answer this wandering heart
why love is ought to exist ?
why hiding it is the forbidden part ?
why its sorrow must not be discard ?
dear past ...
once i acquaint with this oblivious piece
i shall make it a head stone on your grave
and you shall permit the present to save
the soul that is asking to be brave
i'll sing to you a hundred lullaby
i'll look away as my tear pass by
i'll listen carefully as u say goodbye ...
