"I cried a tear or two"

There were times when i cried a tear, or two -
and it was just for you... that little tear or two...
there were times when i had them all flowing swiftly -
and they were all tears for you, too...

For it pains me to remember your smile -
without wanting to cry a little tear for you...
it hurts me to know you aren't yourself lately -
though i know why, and that's the reason i cry, for you...

And when i hear our favourite song on the radio -
i'll be thinking of you, singing those sad, sad lines alone...
for though you smiled and said you'll manage without me -
i know... the smile says it all: you won't, and you can't...

And i know, for every tear that i shed, you suffer more -
for you love me deeply, i know... and i can feel it - i know...

"All kinds of everything"

When i hear a sad song over the radio -
or catch a whisper among the leaves in the wind...
when i hear laughter under the trees,in the park -
or the sound of a morning storm brewing in the dark...
and fierce winds churning up a distant cloud of dust -
or when clear blue skies turn murky with threatening clouds...
i'll remember you... driving around the countryside alone -
and wonder if you are thinking of blue skies, and happy times...?

When i see rose petals, fading in the shade -
or a lonely-looking bird searching for its lost mate...
when i see forlorn faces wandering in the park -
or a single pair of footprints tracing another in the sand...
i'll be asking,"Where is your mate...?" -
"Is she no longer near...? Is that why you are sad?"

And when i hear the wolf howl in the moonlit night -
i'll be wondering if such a tortured cry speaks of missing its mate...?

"All kinds of everything"

I saw lovely roses all along the way -
they remind me of you and your roses, so lovely...
i saw lovers in the park, in lobbies and walkways -
they remind me of you and your love, too...

I look up at deeper blue skies, with no clouds -
it reminds me of white clouds sailing in clear blue skies...
i see maple trees and coniferous forests flashing by -
they remind me of our chengal and meranti in equitorial jungles...

I look at people with happy smiling faces all around me -
they remind me of my own friends - are they smiling, too...?
i take a deep breath of the crisp morning air -
isn't this what i do back home in Malaysia, too...?

As i walk down stairways and plod down corridors -
i'll be thinking: isn't this what i do back home, too...?
i take a sip of my morning black coffee without sugar -
and was straining my ears to hear the familiar: kopi-O kosong...

"All kinds of everything - reminds me of you":
your wonderful ways, your familiar looks, your smiling faces...
and i can't say i don't miss you, my homeland -
coz i really, truly, do miss you a great, great, deal...

When on holiday,

Oh, yes, i'm on a holiday -
far, far away from my homeland...
and if you ask me what i do best -
the answer is missing loved ones back home!

I miss my little girl back home -
she used to tag along on all our holidays...
i miss friends that i have to leave behind -
going about their daily chores, i suppose...?

I miss little favourite places i used to go -
the beaches and the lakes, the hills and the falls...
for they play in my mind's eye, right before me -
clearly, poignantly, lovingly nostalgic in every way...

And i do miss my homeland, Malaysia -
and all the people i know, back in Malaysia...
for even when on holiday, so far, far away -
"all kinds of everything, reminds me of you..."

Love is finding happiness in sharing

Loving someone makes me feel so happy -
i'ld love all of you to feel it, too...
it is the joy that comes from knowing
that another shares the same joy, too...

Loving someone makes me want to share -
all that i have: be it just a morsel
or a feast in a dreamy glass castle -
i would most gladly share with the one i care...

'It's the singer, not the song"

I believe that it is always the singer -
not the song, that captivates the audience...
it is his tilting, husky voice crooning love songs -
that tugs at the heart strings, and evoke feelings, so strong...

For it is definitely his moaning voice that keeps us mesmerised -\
it is he who keeps the audience pining for more ...
it is the emotions expressed that makes the difference -
between loving the singer and the feelings of nostalgia for his song...

"To Those I Love"

"When i am gone, release me, let me go
I have so many things to see and do
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears
Be happy that we had so many years.
I gave you my love. You can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness
I thank you for the love you have shown
But now it's time i traveled on alone.
So grieve awhile for me if grieve you must
Then let your grieve be comforted by trust
It's only for a while that we must part
So bless the memeories with your heart.
I won't be far away, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and i will come
Though you can't see or touch me, i'll be near
And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear.
And then, when you must come this way alone
I'll greet you with a smile, and welcome you home."

I'd like to say this to my beloved:
please don't die on me - remember
you promised that you would take care of me...
so, never, never die before me -
for it would break my heart to see you go
coz i've placed my heart, my all into loving you...