LOST

"Stardust in the eyes of many,
Lingers in the compassion of two,
Relics of the past that chants a thousand miles,
Never regrets the day been born when the world shaken apart.

Climb up high to the thirst of freedom,
Chasing the good who act as a Saint,
Leaving the scars of truth to the heart of the world,
Indeed the truth hurts when been shown.

The power of the two roads in the empty space of triumph,
Beseth by the thunder of the world of foe,
Mind that was return to the whole being,
In the facade where only two roads met in the end.

Triumphant creed of the past,
Chased to killed even the one who are Saints,
Thus those Saints are the evil ones,
Deceiving the innocents to hail a Devil that is a man.

In the tandem of the shaken world,
Shattered dreams been mold into one,
Pieces of the dreams touch the ground to seen the dark,
Where all was vivid and none was hidden in the eyes of the world.

Lost where the two roads met,
In the bridge where only the missing return to see,
The roads that test even the fate that we have,
A truth that never deny where brain is a weapon and the art is a key.

Shaken world of shattered dreams,
In the empty spaces of the bridges of the arts and disgust,
The weapon is still the same to protect the innocents,
Never be the same to be lost again."