Earn Your First Light

I strive hard not for my own glory...
But to stand at the back of the spotlight and watch you shine brightly.
#ProudMom
#EliFirstSoloPerformance

March Boys

Met you one fine summer day,
Golden as the sunshine was your hair,
Keyboards and guitar was everything you care,
"We'll make it big" you always say.

We were in grade school back then,
And March boys were my friends.
I used to wear headphones and bands,
And I cried really hard when I broke my Walkman.

And I would dance day and night in your anthem.
Gazing at the stars with my small lantern.
Drawing imaginary Orion patterns,
Waiting for the rising Saturn.

But I got stuck in that endless summer,
By autumn falls and chilling winters,
With season change comes the shiver,
But I'm too attached with that single note stretched to forever.

And its been 20 years and counting,
But those memories of you are still haunting.
In the middle of nowhere I was left wandering.
To the tune of your melody my heart kept on singing.

So March boys come and gone,
And I march with them until I'm done.
To where the leaves turn red I'll run,
Underneath my heart you are my summer sun.

The Walk Through the Bend

Most people believe that destiny is that someone who is waiting for you at the end of the road.
But I doubt if there really is someone waiting at the bend.

I believe that destiny is NOT that someone who is waiting for you. I believe that your destiny is that someone who is with you throughout your journey. The one who is there beside you walking on that road whether it be smooth or rough, tough and full of rocks. Your destiny is that someone who believes that you can reach the end of the road alive and will still be there as you reach it.

You'll be surprised when you finally reached your destination and find out that your destiny at the end of the road is the same person who is with you throughout the whole journey.

Silence Rising

Could you tell me where
You're going whenever you're gone.
Busy making big mistakes somewhere,
Playing hearts 'til dawn.

But we can't play the victims
For our own stupid crimes.
We can't purify our sins
With our own dirty hands.

Someday you'll get tired
Chasing unworthy dreams.
Dreaming senseless pride,
Playing hidden schemes.

Will you come back then,
See the ruins of the shattered dreams,
Trudge this old road again,
See what's left beyond the scene.

For how can you fly
If like an angel you need a pair of wings.
And you can't deny
The other half is missing.

No surprise you keep on crashing.
Haunted little lies scattered on the ground.
Like dirty white feathers or something in between,
Let your other wing be found.