As i stand in this field find myself alone
sweat dripping down my dome, tight gripping on my chrome....
lost at my cause i start missing home...
how do people survive the aftermath of a war zone?
roam the streets of this third world...
find things that remind me of my baby girl....
four months old couldn't be at the birth....
sent me a picture with a letter for what it's worth...
i watch rebels and mates pass away everyday...
innocent...
Raka Satria Mencari Cpanel
The Revolution Start With Me