It was late afternoon
when i start dreamin';
Of a familiar woman
whom i known for sure.
Together, we prayed and sleep.
And i always wanted
to be near to her.
Out of my wonder
her kite flew upward
Its string are tangled
in a withered tugas tree.
So my steps are in haste.
To ease the sadness on her face.
And go to the dark creepy place.
With all the courage and love.
I gave her again the kite's maze.
