The night crept slowly approaching thoughts of hope
Imagination flows endlessly like to embrace the shadow
Low in the longing heart full of daydreams
In the mind ever pursued a dream
move more quickly
The heart was beating fast
Clenched hands full of ambition
Grabbing up a blocked time
Grief tears kept kuterjang
Sing his own conscience
Ideals and a sense of conscience roar in this
Looking for trail road for tomorrow
