I’s raining outside, cold
as another day is being fold
sitting alone he wishes
someone’d cure his lifetime bruises.
As he knows that tomorrow
another lonely day he has to follow.
Keep the dream alive, my friend.
That one day this will end.
The day when you go home walking
someone will open the door smiling.
(Herry Mardian, 150605:2030)
© 2005 – Herry Mardian
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