07 August 2025

Surat Perpisahan Acil The SIGIT

 



An ocean I can no longer fathom

Waves I can no longer ride

I find myself away from the bottom

With this feeling I can’t abide

 

A language I can no longer speak

Shivering words that left me weak

A presence I can not attend

Fate that I can not amend

 

This day has left me trembling

Coldness of that morning

The sadness of the mourning

 

The ship’s now sailing the high sea without a word

And I left my heart for you to decide my lord…

 

As I lay rest shield and my armour…

I turn myself ashore… to where I was before…



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