Some say death is just a way
of your soul expiring...
They all think they must do the right thing
to make it to heaven's gates...
Happy Birthday mom
You reached number forty-seven...
On the mantel
There sits a clock...
In my eyes
There's only you...
Standing strait and tall,
staring eye to eye of the adversary...
He died for our sins
pain tearing through His skin...
When we were only boys
Our mother's two little joys...
In the heart of Singapore
stood a grand merlion with pride...
Its here, its really here....
graduation day...
I will not say good-bye in June 20th,
for it would not be the last time I see you...
Today my heart has been made whole
that little bundle of joy...