Chain of Past

    They know what am I before I realize it
    They threat me different, whoever they are
    Pushing me to ground, break my wings
    Before I realize I have wings to fly

    They know how dangerous I could become
    So they cease every spirit of me
    Crushing every confidences of me
    Point me as failure

    The religion once I dedicated at
    Chain me with barbs when I asleep
    Those priests would have burn me
    If I don’t runaway disappointed

    I’m still bound to these rusty chains
    Bring the burden along, every time, everywhere
    Wounds so deep, bleeding and torturing
    Bringing back memories that consume me

    I wish this life just a dream
    I wish I could disappear
    The memories, the depression, and all
    Please somebody release me…

    Rosiana, Jakarta 2004.

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    oh, what a nice one you have

    oh, what a nice one you have there, my friend...

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