Story of Peter
oleh: Sarasvati

Sad eyed boy in his silly pantsSometimes his there sometimes he hidesPale fair skin and his tiny handsWaving from distance in black and white
Nobody sees him when his aroundBut his beside me whenever im downRun about and play around my silky dressNow I could never forget his face
I don't know who you areAnd I don't know where your fromGive me your handsLets find a lightLeave all this behindAnd forget the world
So the silly peter disappearNow his nowhere to be seenHis not those shades that I fearAnd many things remind me of him