My life count each day, hibernating my heart
To understand time is
Coming to my door step

Each single day the rhythm of my heart, the sovereignty of my soul
Never cease to quake about what my father told me.

The sacrifice I must give
The selfless devotion I must give
The commitment I must give

Knowing fully well that world outside my people is filled with pain, and sorrow, men indomitable desire, seeking for less important things.

The sound that come to my heart is sound of thousand soldier matching to war, the unrest of soul, that restrict the flow down of inner peace.

They are coming a time.
When boy...