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Voice from Boy 7 Y.O

"Mama, when are you home? I'll give you a rose." wrote a 7 years old boy, who is currently sitting in second grade of elementary school. These sentences are like poetry because he often wrote it in his school notebooks. No matter whether the book was to write the language lessons or math. Even, just these sentences that he is able to write when there is a writing lesson. These sentences describe the boy longing for his beloved mama.
At other times, he told his grandmother's husband on the phone, "Grandpa, come here. So, in this house there are men. Because I've always lived in the house where no men existed" Of course, the men here meant adult men.
Currently, the boy and his sister lived in their eldery grandmother's house. Their grandmother's husband was living separately (not separated / divorced) with his grandmother since more than 2 years ago, long before the boy went with his grandmother. So, when he went with his grandmother, no men living at home with them. the condition is exactly the same, when the two were still with their mama, no men live in their mama's house.
Who's that boy? Is he an orphan, who previously was fatherless? Neither of it. They still have papa and mama. How the story so he must live with his grandmother?
The boy and his sister were born from the same mother. A mother who has a view of freedom. a view which is currently divert the population of their country., do not know since when this view enters the country. By the view of freedom, everyone is free to do anything as long as it does not interfere with the freedom of others. They are free to have intercourse with anyone. They also free whether to marry or not, regardless of whether the results of their relationship, give birth to a child or not. The important thing, the woman realized that if they have a child then the woman will take care of the child.
Both are the result of this view. Their biological father is different. Their similarities, both of their fathers did not want to marry their mother. Be they live with their mother. From birth until the age of 7 and 4 years old, they do not live with their father.
Actually, their mother, is very fond of them. But, life is not always in line with expectations, including their mother's life. Their mother who likes to drink liquor, becomes drunk more, when problems comes. Because they live only three of them, their mother took them while drunk. They come to the club and watch their mothers drinking with their mother's friends. They walked behind their mother who was drunk and walking home. They also have to go walking behind their mother drunk, running back and forth aimlessly.
Until one day, the police found that the two were alone in the street, without the company of their mother. Apparently, their mother had left them in the street. The police took and drove to the their mother's house. But their mother was not there, even after waiting for a while. Finally, they were escorted to the house of their grandmother who lived alone. Since then they lived with their grandmother and even now their mother did not show up again.
Only two questions, which exist in the boy's mind. like "Why, mama left them?" and "why no adult male in their home?"
Sometimes there are people who say that life is a choice and what we get depends on the choice we. But it does not apply to a child. Sometimes a child does not have a choice. Like the story above. With freedom, adults are free to choose. But with that freedom, too, a child is forced to not have a choice.

Na’udzubillahi min dzaliik…..

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Lirik Lagu We Can't Stop - Miley Cyrus

It’s our party we can do what we want
It’s our party we can say what we want
It’s our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can see who we want (2x)

Red cups and sweaty bodies everywhere
Hands in the air like we don’t care
Cause we came to have so much fun now
Bet somebody here might get some now

If you’re not ready to go home
Can I get a hell no
Cause we gonna go all night
Till we see the sunlight alright

So la da di da di, we like to party
Dancing with Miley
Doing whatever we want
This is our house
This is our rules
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night
Can’t you see it we who bout’ that life
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things, Things don’t run we
We don't take nothing from nobody

It’s our party we can do what we want
It’s our party we can say what we want
It’s our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can see who we want

To my home girls here with the big butt
Shaking it like we at a strip club
Remember only God can judge ya
Forget the haters cause somebody loves ya
And everyone in line in the bathroom
Trying to get a line in the bathroom
We all so turned up here
Getting turned up, yeah, yeah

So la da di da di, we like to party
Dancing with Miley
Doing whatever we want
This is our house
This is our rules
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night
Can’t you see it we who bout’ that life
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things
Things don’t run we
We don't take nothing from nobody

It’s our party we can do what we want
It’s our party we can say what we want
It’s our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can see who we want

It’s our party we can do what we want to
It’s our house we can love who we want to
It’s our song we can sing if we want to
It’s my mouth I can say what I want to
Yea, Yea, Yeah

And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night
Can’t you see it we who bout’ that life
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things
Things don’t run we
We don't take nothing from nobody
Yea, Yea, Yea

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 Lirik Lagu Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks
Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled
cigarette, hanging out his
mouth he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad's closet hidden
with a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.

[Chorus: x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run,
outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run,
faster than my bullet.
Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a dark surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger,
I reason with my
cigarette,
And say your hair's on fire, you must have lost
your wits, yeah.

[Chorus: x2]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run,
outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run,
faster than my bullet.

[Whistling]
[Chorus: x3]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run,
outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run,
faster than my bullet.

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Soulful Corp - So Falling In Love Lyrics
aku sendiri impikan kau di sini
merangkai kasih bersamamu selamanya
oh hanya dirimu yang bisa membuatku jatuh cinta lagi

feeling like my heart so falling in love
cause baby you bring colors into my life
karna kaulah cintaku yang mewarnai hidupku
berikanlah cintamu hanya tuk diriku

aku sendiri (aku sendiri) menanti kamu di sini
merangkai kasih (merangkai kasih) bersamamu selamanya
oh hanya dirimu yang bisa membuatku jatuh cinta lagi

* feeling like my heart so falling in love
cause baby you bring colors into my life
karna kaulah cintaku yang mewarnai hidupku
berikanlah cintamu untukku

feeling like my heart so falling in love
cause baby you bring colors into my life
semua karna dirimu yang hadir dalam hidup
takkan pernah ku lepas dirimu

repeat *

feeling like my heart so falling in love
cause baby you bring colors into my life
semua karna dirimu, takkan pernah ku lepas dirimu

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Demi Lovato - Skyscraper

[Demi Lovato]
Skies are crying
I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence as it’s ending, like we never had a chance
Do you have to, make me feel like there is nothing left of me?
[Chorus]
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like i’m made of glass
Like i’m made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!
[Demi Lovato]
As the smoke clears
I awaken, and untangle you from me
Would it make you, feel better to watch me while I bleed?
All my windows, still are broken
But I’m standing on my feet
[Chorus]
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I’m made of glass
Like I’m made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!
[Bridge]
Go run, run, run
I’m gonna stay right here
Watch you disappear, yeah
Go run, run, run
Yeah it’s a long way down
But I am closer to the clouds up here
[Demi Lovato]
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I’m made of glass
Like I’m made of paper, Oh
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!
Like a skyscraper!

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Radiohad - Creep

When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You’re so fuckin’ special

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.

I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.

She’s running out again,
She’s running out
She’s run run run running out...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special...

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong here.

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