The current is strong, the river is deep,
She sits so regal, so fearless― at ease.
Little Emma is brave, she won't make a peep,
Emma and her kayak, so easy to please.
She sits so regal, so fearless― at ease.
Little Emma is brave, she won't make a peep,
Emma and her kayak, so easy to please.
Shielded from rain, beneath the trees,
It was something we didn’t foresee.
We’ll wait a while, until it passes
Contented, happy and free.
It was something we didn’t foresee.
We’ll wait a while, until it passes
Contented, happy and free.
Here, yellow and grey boxes stand,
Hi-rise apartments overlooking the sea.
They tower over any dream, any hope, any demand,
Like sunflowers, they watch over you and me.
Hi-rise apartments overlooking the sea.
They tower over any dream, any hope, any demand,
Like sunflowers, they watch over you and me.
Through the bars, it peeks and yearns,
Its roots hold on, to the earth below,
For the sun's embrace, it twists and turns.
To a place better, where sun rays show.
Its roots hold on, to the earth below,
For the sun's embrace, it twists and turns.
To a place better, where sun rays show.
Here I park my bike on hire,
Nice and new as lime bikes seem.
A trusty steed, with wheels of fire,
Motorised freedom― a cyclist's dream.
Nice and new as lime bikes seem.
A trusty steed, with wheels of fire,
Motorised freedom― a cyclist's dream.
Glazed duco glistens in the afternoon light,
The engine purrs, a choir hymn.
A fiery hue, so sleek, so bright,
From the city where lights never dim.
The engine purrs, a choir hymn.
A fiery hue, so sleek, so bright,
From the city where lights never dim.
This apartment garden space,
Has waiting chairs everywhere,
It seems to be a tranquil escape,
Such a shame there’s nobody there.
Has waiting chairs everywhere,
It seems to be a tranquil escape,
Such a shame there’s nobody there.
In the sky of canvas blue,
Rising high clouds dance divine.
Rays of sunshine, painting anew,
Such rhythm, floating free― so fine.
Rising high clouds dance divine.
Rays of sunshine, painting anew,
Such rhythm, floating free― so fine.
Two doors stand in the corner,
With entry keyboards in plain sight.
Which would you choose however you prefer,
Red or black, 1 or 2, left or right.
With entry keyboards in plain sight.
Which would you choose however you prefer,
Red or black, 1 or 2, left or right.
Number 15 shows up on the wall,
A symbol of order and routine.
Out front stands a silent sentinel for all,
For the discarded, the forgotten, the unclean.
A symbol of order and routine.
Out front stands a silent sentinel for all,
For the discarded, the forgotten, the unclean.
Pull open the doors, and step through with grace,
Those huge handles, they seem to invite.
A clear and most readable sign on the glass,
Which says; 'Pull' in black, writ’ on white.
Those huge handles, they seem to invite.
A clear and most readable sign on the glass,
Which says; 'Pull' in black, writ’ on white.
With his hands clasped in thought,
And a serene expression on his face.
What Confucius says cannot be bought,
Yet his lessons are free to embrace.
And a serene expression on his face.
What Confucius says cannot be bought,
Yet his lessons are free to embrace.
Amidst the tall buildings in China Town,
Is a place where the old meets the new.
A sense of peace and calm can be found,
A place where dreams come true.
Is a place where the old meets the new.
A sense of peace and calm can be found,
A place where dreams come true.
The afternoon sun is shining so bright,
Near Chinatown, where buildings are tall.
Reflections burst off the hi-rise in sight,
At the end of the day, for each and all.
Near Chinatown, where buildings are tall.
Reflections burst off the hi-rise in sight,
At the end of the day, for each and all.
In the ocean, he finds some peace,
He's catching waves late afternoon.
His worries and fears, finally cease,
For each moment he feels alive― in tune.
He's catching waves late afternoon.
His worries and fears, finally cease,
For each moment he feels alive― in tune.
With each swell that passes by
They know the time is drawing near.
Their hearts beat fast, their spirits fly,
For that perfect wave to appear.
They know the time is drawing near.
Their hearts beat fast, their spirits fly,
For that perfect wave to appear.
