We make the world a place for better or worse....with our hands. :o)
This is a song written for a fellow Singaporean who got caught
in a crossfire between anger, hatred and vengence in the cruelties of terrorism. I named this song "with our hands". Incidentally, this song was recorded by an old broken down MP3 player owned by a fellow average Joe who is a Muslim when i was on duty at work. But i think it sounds this way best. I tried it with a more expensive camera but it never sounded right in my opinion. In my personal stance I believe that the last words Ms Lo had wanted Singaporeans to know is to "Love All" of you. Please excuse the background noises in this unprofessional recording.
Everywhere you turn,
Bodies lay burnt,
Men with broken dreams,
We live and we learn
Women and children die,
I see darkness in the sky
Gunmen walk the streets,
They fight thru the night
You and Me,
Why cant we just be friends
We change our world,
With our hands
A father's daughter dies,
The newspapers scream for blood
A husband falls to his knees,
And breaks down and cries
The tension gets higher now,
They play the words of fire
On and on they blame,
Its such a shame
Is it really so hard for us to understand
Cant we see that the world is enough for you and me
Marshall
Thanks for making this vid and song Marshall. RIP Ma'am, remembering you here in Vancouver.
rampager89 2 years ago
Its nice to know you care rampager89.
She was greatly missed here in Singapore although I don't know her personally.
MarshalltunesZZ 2 years ago