The Momma Clan

No one one could ever count the drops that fall

Numbers can not be given them all

I define liberty as a pen and paper

The glory of ink is immeasurable

I think about the happiness love brings

Numbers holds this uncertain

Every hundred goes not seeking

To hold numbers sounds , instead of your face

You bring me a great love and I feel great pride

For you my darling , are my number one

-Gatot malaisianto