Streets of Jakarta taught me to survive
Sixteen years of struggle just to stay alive
Then you appeared with promises so bright
Pulled me from darkness into blinding light
Between shadow and light
I’m caught in this flight
Your training, your lies
The truth in your eyes
This bracelet I wear
My father somewhere
Between shadow and light
I’ll find my own fight
They shaped my hands to weapons clean and cold
Taught me secrets that were never to be told
But in my heart the questions always burned
About the father who has never returned
Am I the weapon, am I the shield?
All these emotions I never could yield
Family or duty, which path do I take?
What kind of future will my choices make?
Beyond shadow and light
I’ll stand in my might
Not your pawn, not your blade
A path I have made
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