I am ready to go home,
through any sudden evening or morning,
I don't need a map,I know by heart,
how to reach there,
Everything is in the same aspects...
going from making place,
to unmaking of people
Only the difference is that
after entering homeland,
i can see Nation ghostly weeping
every human in pain, but again, its my place
so, I am ready to go home
I will wipe few tears for sure
so, i need to go home
ghos i see on my wall
their whisper heard in hall
tryin' to perish me n' good-nessn'
polishin' bad-ism in I
what a heck goin'; in this freakin' time...
defacto, I'm not frighten of life, me? can kill
but none can my immortalised hope
i will still rise, like soft cotton balls in air
all over the sky-bed,
n' bloody ghos wont be forgiven
they're down to earth
after i gave up the place
where i've been to make a history
