The one who dream with open eyes
Soldiers of the night
Strange at the day light
Torned garments
Dusty appearance
Wandering over the streets
Thrown by their own lineage
Nothing wrong they did
But they lost their Soul and mind
Even though it's within them
Life was under the thunder and rain
Without shelter they are
the offsprings of the streets
There were a time
when they found themselves
Healthy and wealthy everyone
were surrounded them
Squeezed them everything they have
While in tragedy threw them as a garbage
Hei!...World , Love is not only a time when
we are independent
It's the time we needed Love
while we are dependent
At last the...