Old Friend

Yesterday an old friend.
Today I know my mind went
back to 1983 when I was born.

Somethings I know about this life.
We are born to die, but not to cry.
We must try to fight these lies till tonight.

Because a crossing road got two directions.
We choose for our satisfactions.
No opportunity we see, for being free.

We dance until the moonlight,
and sleep until the daylight.
It's just a whispering word in our minds.

Coz today we must fly.
Maybe tomorrow we'll die.
Today we wistle, like birds in the sky.
Yes today we must fly.
Maybe tomorrow we'll die.
Flying so high in the sky.

Yesterday we talked about,
the holy words the preacher shout.
But today we must walk on and carry out.

Somethings are difficult to contain,
but in our dreams we can see the blame,
of people in the waste of time, all over again