By: Aris Susanto
90⁰ shining sun in the middle bright day there
Little boy keep his sheep through everywhere
His right is little river to dare
Little boy already lost his mind to share
Falling in waterfall with fallen fool
Those painting pain was pass away at that pool
Rising with red rose, grew grey with sadism role
My birth place was slaughtered race as tool
Faded love faded memory faded shy
The wall well is run well in season of dry
The thin guitar at my back and they cry
Ten years my roam and they don’t know why
Never back in the black shadow of my time
Little boy back home to future and I’m just fine
Look at me, I’m standing still at my line
My world my land my friend are still mine
Not because I remember them, but more they know who I am.
