Sunday, April 28, 2002

Trust

Trust is something which must be earned
Especially from your own children
It comes slowly, but it can fly
Oh, it can disappear in the blink of an eye

Under pain of death you must not break
Any word you made, or anything you said
For faith can shatter, as easily as glass
When you show that your words will never last

Wednesday, March 27, 2002

Thorn amongst Roses

How unfair can this country be
that a lesser speaker can be chosen over me
It was clear for the whole team to see
The injstice that was done to me

Why him from amongst the lot of us all
Why him we ask when they made that call
Was it because he was so tall
Or was it because he could speak at all

You could call him a thorn amongst roses
he was the only malay between the rest of us
The call for him was made because
He was the only thron amongst the roses

Wistful

Today I wish to be dead But that does not mean anything For the wish is fervent and constant Minute after minute Day after day It has moods ...