When am i going to be
What i want to be
When am i going to see
What i want to see
Clock is ticking past me
I cannot stand it no more
And in mind...
There goes this rumbling
But am still holding on
On to something...
Never letting go
In that something dwells solace
'Cause if i let go
Its even a worst tragedy
Hence...
Since i am alive
'Am still holding on to hope!
(April, 2005)
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