Dirt

At the outskirt
Many people get hurt
By the politicians' dirt
No hope no food no burp
Or the help from the experts

Cannot

Where are you hiding

This is out of my knowing

When I mull over this thing

My hand goes trembling

My faith is shaking

My heart went breaking

Perhaps nothing is changing

Because you're my everything

The stars, the moon, the lightning

Isolation

It's your obligation
To find the truth
Because alienation
Can kill your youth

Nice day

Life
Either you fill it with laughter
Or you may end it by slaughter
Either become a perfect daughter
Or a terrible partner

Society

People go
Another people come
It always happens though
They promise to lend their arm

Reckless

Lies
You keep it tight
And know how to hide
Even in another side
You've known they never right

Truth

Fly Syirah fly
Dont ever look back
Or you may deny
Everything that is so perfect