Loveless

Loveless - Prologue
When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Loveless - Act I
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest

Loveless - Act II
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh

Loveless - Act III
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return

Loveless - Act IV
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world's end
The wind sails over the water's surface
Quietly, but surely

Loveless - Act V -Made by Genesis-
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice

Genesis Raphados

A Word of Feeling

Hatiku kadang bertanya . . . Kapan cintaku tersampaikan
Dikala besar rasa dan harap tertuju padanya
Hatiku kadang bertanya . . . Kapan cintaku terbalaskan
Dikala besarnya pengorbanan waktu dan perasaan
Tetapi hari ini hatiku bertanya . . . Mengingat dahulu sekarang . . Kucurahkan segala perhatian untuknya . . . menyandarkan segala harap
Mengapa begini jawabnya . . .

Ketika sang curahan hati berbahagia . . . merengkul pujaan hati barunya
Tak sepatah kata kabar bahagiapun terucap . . .
Dari bibir perasaanya . . .

Dari hati yang ditinggal . . . untuk hati yang berbahagia . . .

By Steven Chandra

My Loneliness

I just realize, I’m stand here alone. . . all alone
The wind blow across my empty heart
I just realize, there’s something missed
And my world leave me aside
Even all that burden my feel
But it will not burden my will
Because I stand on one thing
That life is just beginning
There’s always a way
And you’ll never know what lies ahead . . .

By Steven Chandra

Life Goes On

There's a day when my body will gone . . .
There's a day when my breath no longer go . . .
There's a day when my soul no longer life . . .
And there's always a day when I will not ever known . . .
Just all I can do right now . . . As my breath go and my souls live on . . .
Follow the path . . . and always look forward . . . Grateful for what we have given .
That's how I know . . . This life goes on . . .

By Steven Chandra

Alone in The End

Know your anger
And know how will you end it
Know your sadness
And know how will you happy
Know your happiness
And know how will you control it
Know your hatred
And know how the other love you

Because you’ll face this world alone in the end
Without help from the others
Because you’ll know what this life and what you life for
Without explanation from the other
Everything will based on yourself
When your life is being test . . .

By Steven Chandra

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat these two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

By Rudyard Kipling