Rain of Gold
With all of our strength goes Beginning at dawn it's still a virgin Fall hard rupt our voice Red and white still bleeding The thick black of our faces We are gloomy clean in smile Please stay away from the rain of stones Reaching a dream is not a meaning Let the mud have overflowed Do not die in standing The golden rain will not come Bury the pieces of hope Maybe all will come Only promises are revealed Then rub at the end of the eye Make wounds and pain If you want to dig into the heart Messages from the divine always fill Purwokerto 2018 Azizal Hanafi