Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Come to the dark


Come to the dark
Enjoy the night
The dance is glitter
By the dust of moonlight
Hold your grief
Before you believe
Once you joyfully laugh
Then suddenly realize
You choked by tears that falling

Come to the dark
Let’s see what’s inside
This kind of life
Doesn’t need anymore lies
Accept the meaning
Without too much asking
Go and continue living
With premonition dream
Before the could be farewell morning

Come to the dark
Don’t halt for fright
That it could hurt your heart
But could also break this cloud
The rain may tell its might
But you know it’ll be the start
This giant play was blinded by bright
The gate of truth is opened wide
But you never now what will be right

Submitted: Monday, November 08, 2010

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