Chelie

Written On:  (November 16, 1998)

There’s nothing chain on my feet and hand,

That make a sound and break a night.

I’m walking with my own without a

Hindrance that I can step by.

I have a mind to think, what I’m going to do,

And to look forward.

My hand paint my life, but fate

Destruct my piece.

There’s a blithe on my lips,

But behind these there’s a blemish on my heart.

My blood escape on my body

That made me frail.

My looks was hoping, but my soul was blaming

That always make me suffering.

I need to wake on my slumber and learn

To face the reality, that I cannot say

I’m free if I did not escape on my dream.