bapak...
its the word i used to call your name..
i'm not the great son you dream of..
even i'm not the person you may expect to be..
be person whose always follow your dream
are you regret of me?
or its a burden for my presence ??
shall i fly to hide myself..
if only its will make you happy
happy
do i feel happy of these?
no
what shall we do now?
i have no much time..
i have to go..
will you allow me ?
i'm not here anymore..
i'm somewhere else
the place you may never think of it before
yes, i'm your son..
your wife gave me chance to breathing..
mothers..love
how long i have to wait..
i won't make it late
my happiness
is your happiness too
please be understand.
please
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