It is tragic that we fight and kill each other in the name of religion
Instead of embracing each other in the divine
It is tragic that we fight and kill each other in the name of religion
Instead of embracing each other in the divine
Rose, Rose I love
with an aching heart
I don't know who my rose is
Standing in the sun?
When the spring breeze caresses my face
Memories flood my brain
Of the joys it brings
I hear the bell go ding dong
deep down within my heart
When I step beyond
The ding is not dong
When I was young
I listened to the birds singing
Early in the dawn
As the sun rises
I'm sitting here in a boring room
Wondering if the blues will hit like a broom
All is quiet
But the heat beats one and all alike
Once upon a time
When the heart was young
The world a playground
Joy dancing in the air
Today is a hot, hot Malaysian day
The sun baking like an oven
Cooking the brain
Stopping the heart beating
I Say Humanity Must Transcend To Immortality
Humanity has been dealt a rotten deal
Subject to all the limitations and vulnerabilities encumbered
Diseases, sicknesses and illnesses, accidents, old age, decay and death
To Be Or Not To Be Is Not A Choice
There is in the air
The hint of a flair
To seize it, is to be
Not to be, is not a choice
My Heart Lights Up
When I see her my heart lights up
The shine in the spirit
The Reflection That Be, Oh The Reflection That Be!
Far, far away
In the land of the rising sun
I know
The one that be
In the eyes I see
A reflection
That be