Run and run
Run away from the sun
The sun of pleasure and mourn which had done or undone
Teary, weary rain
Weary rain which washed me with this pain
Pain of bad dreams which get staging on its stain
Stuck in this guilty room
The room that freeze by the gloom
The gloom that lurks behind the luster of your bloom
Future never be
Never be like the things that we hope to see
That we hope to see for free
For everything happened with a price
A price that unable to be changed or even with our rights
Our rights which saved and sealed without a compromise
For the life which stuck in a price
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