Some people, lack of knowledge
Filled with so much hatred
You’are making judge, judge, judge
Talk that talk, oh…innocent people were murdered
people, don’t you see how ashame it is
Chased down all your demons, selfish
Kids walking in the street
Alone, cryin lose their parents, its not secret
Why we do that?
Wise, wise people, please!
Don’t you ever feel of a little peace?
Jakarta, March 3 2012
by: annisa mutia