11 August 2012
Most of what I used to be had vanished in the waves
The memories of the boy I've been were drowning and you save them
Now I remember the joy and the meaning of the fate
The color of the truth and the sound of sunny days
Wasteland " Woodkid
Memories are fading, floating away in the river of salvation.
The sounds of thunder came, struck down what we called a nation.
Silence is what we see, when millions are screaming for redemption.
And at the end, most of us will fall into the deep, dark hole of temptation.
Shukri Saleh berkata-kata
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