santai di hujung minggu

I walk along this lonely street...no one to dry my tears,
massage my tired feet or calm ever present fears
Seeing life through tainted heart...making everything gray
Alone, my life, anew to start
Always searching for a way...
But life goes on no matter what
That fact I cannot quell
Memories never to be forgot
Within my heart they dwell
So I keep walking this lonely street...
Keeps searching to find my way
Every night I lie down to sleep
And prays tomorrow's a better days...