*understanding faith is similar to learning grammar...
we sometimes get the declarative knowledge,
but forget the procedural one..

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*I’m going to die
Seems like there’s no another day
Just made a wrong turn in the fork way
Saying, welcome to my silly day

Try so hard not to hear
All people talk so loud, “I know”, my ears
Why is it so hard to keep the heart?
It was so easy at first I felt the beat

I want to disappear in frozen time
Where people cannot see me anymore
Stop, don’t talk more
I already hear the words you’re saying, hun

It’s stupid me
Wrote you on my heart, pain your face in my words
How to stop dancing in words
My heart crippled in vein before
I’m going crazy

*to the Rain

Dear rain…

Thanks for accompanying me every time I back to my boarding house…
Thanks for listening to the song I sing….
Thanks for letting me scream when I am so angry…
Thanks for saying, “You are beautiful” when I feel ugly….
Thanks for laughing with me when I’m so happy…
Thanks for letting no one know that I’m crying….
Thanks for cheering me up when the whole word say, “You’re so stupid!”
Thanks for asking me to wash my hair, when I’m lazy to…
Thanks for the applause when I’m dancing in my room…
Thanks for cutting the electricity when I’m so tired in doing my assignments….
Thanks for making me sleepy every time I cannot close my crying eyes….
Thank for calming me down when I'm so awful....
Thanks for keeping me cool when I feel there's a fire on my head...
Thanks for being my closest friend ever....

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear,
When the sands of life shall run.


And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again , my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.


Javanese Version by de,

Sih tresnaku saumpama mawar
Ing Juni mekar suminar
Sih tresnaku saumpama lagu
Asmarandana ning ati kaprungu

Ya ayu kowe, putri dewiku
Sajroning manah ki sih atiku
Wus tetep tresnaku marang nira
Ki ya nganti asating samudra

Iya nganti asating kabeh sagara, dewi atiku
Lan lunturing surya ing gunung – gunung watu
Dewi atiku, teteping tresnaku marang nira
Nalika jumenenging uripku kang mrana

Lan taksayang kowe, siji tresna sih atiku
Lan taksayang kowe sawetara!
Lan aku bakal balik, tresna sih kalbuku
Sanajan adoh lumaku marang nira

*should I have a title?

your faith...
the air we breath
the water we drink
purchase when you're dying

*so Far Away

Monday
waking up, taking my stuff, opening the door
wishing you were in front the window
wrapping your hand
saying, "c'mon baby, we've gotta go"
ya picking me up


Tuesday
rollin' up out of my bed, putting my jeans on
carrying my jacket, gonna be cold today
smiling to you
saying, "baby, I hate your suit
make the picture bad"


Wednesday
so am I on Thursday, back to my real life
waking up the cell phone ring I hear
you are so away
saying, "morning, baby I miss you so"
make me realize


you're so far away..far away...far away...
hate your suit, hate your stuff
but I know it's yours
ya hate the suit, hate the stuff
you know it's done

Friday
opening the window, singing a love song
imaginin' ya ring my phone soon
should wake me up today
saying, "morning, baby I love you so
don't ya miss me now"


Saturday
trying not to open my eyes early, but can't
the texts saying I've got to go
being busy with my stuff
keeping my mind of you all day
don't ya miss me boy


Sunday
making my hair, taking my dress up yeah
smiling to the church praying for a while
thinking, "ain't God love me so or
just want me cry"


you're so far away..far away...far away...
hate your suit, hate your stuff
but I know it's yours
ya hate the suit, hate the stuff
you know it's done

The Girl and The Oak Tree

*the girl loves the oak tree
he makes her warm
she counts to three
wish he were in her arm



the oak there in field
belongs to the rain
here the girl to yield
belongs to the man


the girl and the oak tree
the rain and the man
no..no..no...
the oak tree and the rain
the girl and the man


the oak rotten in the stone
the girl roots the stone
the girl looks at the star
the oak seeks the sun


the girl loves the oak tree once
the oak tree,"love me, ya?"
the girl,"yeah, can't see, lova?"
the oak loves the girl once


and the girl dies in the man arm
the oak cries in the rain, damn

*dedicated to "The Pigeon"