the fire burn and it doesnt mean mad
the rain pour and it doesnt mean cry
They run through the day
and search for nothing
They`re desperate....
confuse....
hesitate....
and stress....
Wish the Reaper stole their life

If you laugh it doesnt mean you`re fine
If you patience it doesnt mean you`re strong
If you hide...........
it mean you`ll be alright

A pigeon fly so high
Your wings is start to spread and fly
Isn`t it beautiful?

You`re the only one who survive
You`re the only one who life
but you`re not the only one who sad
Lonesome will fade away
And it doesnt mean that much...

And dont stuck with this mind...