I Start To Sing

17 May 2008

Life is a song
And you are the writer
At the verse you wrote all your background
From your kid's story to your teenage
You talked about first love that's selfishly
You talked about your pity puberty
You talked about hedonism that's wasted freely

You very liked it, you enjoyed it
As the slow music sounding
How fun and crazy is it

You feel like you are stranger at the bridge
Bridging the gap between your childish habits
And something grew up
The music sound like weird
And you thought and asked,
"Are you welcomed in this world?"
You search yourself in the wrong things sometimes
That's what we said a lil' bit pitch-y

Until your life went onto its peak
When first love become more serious
The puberty become maturity
And hedonism become destiny
And you arrived to write down the chorus
When everyone sing what you feel
Twice or even three times

Life is a song
And you are the musician
Music freak!!
That's because you sing it like you live it
Or you live it like you sing it
Of course you love it: it's your life.

I Don't Know Why He Love Me

17 May 2008

I was just a face in the crowd.
I was a puzzle that's getting more complicated in every way.
Looked for all my pieces in no where.
Caught an empty box with an empty future.

I was a sinful walking guy in the morning.
Like a trash by the side of the road.
Every part was a mourn, filled by shames and flaws.
Never be thought about, never be cared by.

I was trying to be the best, but I already failed at the start.
I didn't know how to begin every scene.
All I have done is feel my life very messed up in the end.

Until one day, I saw Him came into my life.
Gave His life to mine, filled me with a new one.
Made me see and feel right.
Made me able to stand on my own feet.

I don't know why He love me, that's why I love Him.
He catch me when I fall.
Accept me unconditionally.
That's why I love Him.