the intangible relic she just vacated
many time passed by and her life go wasted
see how she lost in a lonely ofting
alone, waiting , searching something.
For the piece of soul to be renew
theres' nothing left for the ingenue.
Her eyes are full of wonder
while staring at the horizon.
waiting to go yonder
carrying all left emotion.
a little girl beside me
cut into shred
soul and her plea
"bring me back she said"
her voice is shaking as if her life was full
of storm and rain.
I feel her spirit
I feel her pain.
She is naive, moving on the world
she didn't even know
and my heart stunned
as I watched her go.
I cry to the deepest
is this what should I see?
a girl begging for the return of her soul
T- this girl was me.
I know there's something left
unfixed before
bring me back before I tore
bring me back to the way I used to be.
I'm scared for I am now is not me.
I wanna go back to the past before I broke
before I turn into ash and smoke.
But there's no way back
no bridges, no seas neither key nor lock
I hope that someday I can accept the fact.
that not even deja vu can bring me back.