Lyrics: Ilham Wahanadi Haryoso
Music: Ilham Wahanadi Haryoso
I left my door in the open all this time
I close my eyes and cast my wish all the time
My lord, if I fold my hands, will I win again?
Could I be the one she runs to when the doomsday has come?
Cause after all the roads I've taken all my life
They keep going back, going back home to you
And after all the roads I've taken all my life
Brings me to you
She wears the wound she got in June, as her mother's gone too soon
By then the world is haunting tune, where grief dance in her room
My lord, if I fold my hands, would you mend her again?
Would you take a glance and lend a hand to help her stand?