The voices,
The traffic,
The poor,
And the dead.
It sad to accept the truth,
Everyone will die,
Crying ‘cos of pain.
Every tears fall,
Is like a rain.
Black dress,
Black shades,
Standing in the field,
Pray and bless the dead.
One person will lost hope,
‘Cos of the person who’ll past,
Sad to remember all mem’ries they spent each other.
A child in the dark,
Afraid of the thunder,
But when her mother there,
He/she never afraid anymore.
Be careful of the bark,
Every dogs said,
‘Cos it’s a sign,
That there’s someone there,
Like you’ll never alone.
SOMEONE OUT THERE!
SOMEONE OUT THERE!
DON’T LOOK BACK!
BARBARA..
