My Hero

My Hero / Heroine

Gloomy is the blurry of the day,

seems to be stuck here again - it will never go away

I remember I use to recall the name

The one that I used to consider as a sidekick, a good friend ...

But, the past time story is now the cross that I have to carry

There goes my hero, my heroine ...

They're trapped inside the freaking laboratory,

Cause the army lied and the experiments went wrong way.

It's no one but us the survivors became their victims

Victims of treachery, manipulation of the hypocrites !

Me myself are very very darn lucky ...

Manage to escape from the hell bent,

jumps up away from the zombies into the unknown new territory

and guess, it'll be a new adventure for me

After I cry for a little while, I get up back on my feet again...   Guess, you got your own cross and I have to carry mine ...

Walking into the wild and the uncertainty as a single fighter, again ...

Tawau, January 27 2011