“Saya dalam gelap.

Dan salah siapa kalau saya tak nampak?

Kenapa orang keliling hanya pandai bising.

Tapi tak pandai menghulur tangan? 

“i look at the sky, it looks back at me

i can't hear the silent melodies

i know that i'm here yet i am lost

blown in confusion by the breeze

hiding my face crying alone

i need to find my way back home

back to the place, the wonderful days

living the life i use to know...”