a joke do'a I pray to you yaa Rabb
as tears as dripping with sin
sigh slowly and slashed
adorns a thin smile at the end of dry lips
I tugadahkan both palms of my hand
hoping the prayer I prayed
the struggle he gave to be
the power for me to survive from grief
the hair that used to be black turned white
smooth palms that change wrinkles
a subtle breath became heavy
eyes that glow into one
proof of your love for me
I want happiness at all times
replace the sadness that has been passed
hopefully i can make you happy
until at the end of age smiling smile on your lips always