A poem I dedicated to Michael .
I woke up one day, I found at anda were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see anda one hari in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my hati, tengah-tengah is hurting
Wherever anda are, I feel anda close no matter
How far atau how near
Why did anda go? One hari I will know,
anda never berkata goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I woke up one day, I found at anda were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see anda one hari in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my hati, tengah-tengah is hurting
Wherever anda are, I feel anda close no matter
How far atau how near
Why did anda go? One hari I will know,
anda never berkata goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
