juahta sitepu

(december 12,1978 / bandar sakti north sumatra)

The Most Precious Hidden Treasure


The Most Precious Hidden Treasure

sailing in the sea of love
on this small boat alone I am oaring
to seek the hidden treasure
throughout the blue deep sea

my heart is my compass
that leads to where I navigate

hoi......hoi....that's an isle!
hoi......hoi....that's an isle!
is that the isle of my destiny?
is it?

the waves hit rough
but this heart is steel
hoist the flag with a picture of the man's big heart on it
I am a pirate!
much more stronger than the Caribbean Pirate
I come for one hidden treasure
that is love, the most precious treasure of the world


(HAVE LOVE THEN YOU WILL CONQUER THE WORLD)

Submitted: Monday, May 04, 2009
Edited: Monday, May 04, 2009
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