ON THE OTHER WAY

BRICK BY BRICK MAKES A WALL,
THESE FOUR WALL MAKES A ROOM OR HALL.
LIFE IS CONFINED WITHIN THESE,
YOU CAN DECORATE IT AS YOU PLEASE.
THEY ALSO SHARE YOUR JOY AND SORROW,
THEY ARE OUR LIFE'S BONE MARROW.
EVERY GESTURE HERE I CAN TRY,
BUT WHEN ALONE HERE, I JUST CRY AND CRY.
WHY CAN'T THESE WALL SPEAK,
THIS GIVES MY DEPRESSION A HIGH PEAK.
I KNOW I CAN COPE WITH THIS SITUATION WELL,
BUT THIS LONELY ROOM MAKES MY LIFE A HELL.
HOW LONG DO I'VE TO STAY ALONE,
WHY? ALL THE PROBLEMS ONLY I'VE TO OWN.
THOUGHT THAT, I'LL BE BACK HOME SOON TO STAY,
BRINGS A BRIGHT LIGHT IN TUNNEL ON THE OTHER WAY..


DATED:APRIL2007