Di mana bumi dipijak..

Kadang-kadang aku lupa aku sudah jauh berjalan,
Kaki ini tidak merasa penat terus mara ke hadapan,
Tapi nanti ada yang memanggil aku,
Dari masa lalu.

No, they are not holding me back,
They are reminding me to who I was,
Whether or not to my liking,
My past is my history.

Terima kasih kepada yang selalu mengingatkan aku,
Tentang kesilapan masa lalu,
Supaya di masa hadapan aku tak kan ulangi,
Kesilapan yang sama berulang kali.

Proudly I stand now moving forward,
Proudly I say to the world I have grow up,
Fact is; growing up will never have to end,
One who understand that are the one who let go.