A Gold Becoming Silver

Snaking mastermind play a story

A tale hereditary

Packed ready to be fly

Loudly and confidently

Heritage that full of history

Hails from Java magnificent country

A mountain packed with gold

Like a diamond among the tomb

Now just a few county

An epoch has sweep

Wayang is the passing wind

Gradually begin to deep

The young still throwing hand

Not the lilting tone of gamelan

And area with one light

But thousand colors of lights

Poor wayang...

I hope the young turn back to you

And throw their hand

To arouse you