Strong not being my heart
Drinking a life away piece by piece falling apart.

Can't change a face born with,
Nor buy everything in the world to go waste after death and fall worthless.
Holding onto glass hoping to see through the world
By blurry faces everything seems less clearer
While being lost in the sky but not free as a bird.

Pause, for the game of life has gone out of play,
Stopping in between the middle, right between the trouble and sadness of today and yesterday.

Only when time beckons my heart to be where it is,
Will I keep to who I am despite whatever the hurt.
And stupidly getting up to face it once more from bruised knees.

Maybe because I'm foolish enough believing fully on hope.
Sleeping on time just to keep to my dreams.
Standing out the pattern of the rest and the other folk.

And find me foolish to keeping to the pursuit of conquering all trouble,
And gladly shall I share with them the joke.