Behind the music
Wandering on the street, raindrops gently hitting my face.
I am looking for a yellow umbrella.
Till then, I will continue dancing in the rain.
I see it as it is so please don't tell me that I'm wrong.
This night we spend together doesn't mean that we belong.
You'll say my heart is hard and maybe you're right,
But at this moment all I care about's tonight.
Perhaps tomorrow I may feel different,
Perhaps tomorrow I can learn to trust,
Perhaps tomorrow there'll be a future,
But until then,
There is no us.
I would climb the bamboo ladder with my little feet step by step,
just to find my dream house hanging in the middle of the air.
This is my Treehouse.
Late night, 4 years old lying on the bed, awake.
Moving car, yellow streetlight, fan blades on the ceiling.
Lullaby humming, he gently touched my forehead, casted a spell. I fell asleep.
"Good Night," he said.
Sunlight hit my leg. 26 years old woke up alone.
Different room, different fan.
"Good Morning," I said.
Where are you, Grandpa?
The very systemic root of corruption which is destroying our beloved nation.
The narrative is very simple.
They are aiming for these people to ensure that,
What is a people's movement is labelled and seen as a private personal agenda based movement.
Tell those bloody fools, you are wrong, maruah saya tidak boleh dijualbeli.
Those people kept me in the dark, I cannot go back.
They kept me in the dark, I cannot go back.
Tell those bloody fools, you are wrong, I will not bound down.
This is very simple - maruah saya tidak boleh dijual beli.
Kamu nak ugut saya ugut la, kamu nak ugut ibu bapa saya ugut la, nak keluarkan masalah peribadi mereka, abang saya, keluarlah.
Tell those bloody fools, maruah saya tidak akan dijualbeli.
I will not bound down.
Tidak akan dijual beli.
Kamu nak ugut saya ugut la, kamu nak ugut ibu bapa saya ugut la.
Tell those bloody fools, maruah saya tidak akan dan tidak boleh dijualbeli.
Syed Saddiq 2018