Life is so beautiful,
It's like a sun shining
to the leaves out of the forrest.

Peace as it is begin.

Calmnes as it is soaring.

Then you'll realized till
it reach the top.

The beauty,
Becomes ruthless.

Peace was gone, as if it is hiding.

Calmnes turned to madness.

You don't even want to face it,
You didn't even try to look at it.

Because its beauty becomes ruthless.

But don't be so worry,
It's not always angry.

Just wait a day,
and
Tommorrow you'll see.

The beauty of life will shine again.

In the beginning, there are tribes.
There are tribal war,
Death is the only option.

Then spanish came, with the might
of the Cross.
they introduced peace with Christ.

Some tribe accept the Cross,
Some accept the conflict
and death is only await.

They don't prevail for long,
and the Cross brought inside,
the islands become Christian.

But that's not the end of the happy ending,
Some will always make conflict.
and the war will begin.

Because of evil habit,
We always want conflict.

We killed our owned hereos,
We killed the Chieftain who deffended the soveriegnty,
We killed the Supremo who wants independence,
We killed the only General we have.

They died because of love of country,
They died because of love of money,
They died because of us.

and now, the only President we have,
might die in the hands of our own foolishness.

I find myself in the wild,
Sedate out of the blue.

I don't know how,
Idon't know why.

I'm just stunned,
Can't comprehend life or death.

Where did I go wrong?
Am I this stupid?

My feeling is firm,
Nothing can break it.

But what is this
strange feeling?

I think I'm loosing
bit by bit I'm loosing.

I live like a feather,
Wherever the wind blows,
I ride with it.

I climbed so high,
I might touch the sky,
But the wind blows hires.

I fell that high,
I think I'm gonna die.

But then I realized
I'm just a feather
From the sky.

Regret?
I have so many regrets,
I do always think of all
my regrets.

I can fixed almost anything,
I can build things from scratch,
I almost can do anything but regrets holds me.

I wanted to be a soldier,
But my heart can't take it,
So I regrets.

Then,
I wanted to be a teacher,
I waited a call, patiently
but no one did,
So I regrets.

I wanted to be a trainer,
I tried to be one,
But no one accept me,
Then I regrets.

So I ask my self,
Am I a failure?
I think I'm one.
Or I'm the only one.