Tribute to Ms. Brinda
In the silence of my room
When the wind so gently blows
Like a deep cloak of gloom
Amidst a tide of woe.
Hark! The melancholic strain
A minstrel's heartstrings
Reverberating with sad refrain
And the nightingale starts to sing.
A song of tragedy
Of bitter anguish and pain
Oh, that cruel sad melody
That broke my heart in twain.
'Twas the story on a little meadow
Of a flock of lambs and their shepherd
She was their Queen and them her shadow
I shall be thy guide, she whispered.
Winter, summer and down blue yonder
She led them from lea to lea.
To quench their thirst and fill their hunger
It felt like a perfect harmony.
Dischord and Strife hated it
Fate wanted to change it instead
Patience said let's wait a little bit
Have faith, that's what Hope said.
The trickling sands of time
Coursed the path of calamity;
Dreams and fantasy merged sublime
Into harsh reality.
The flock had gone astray
Their shepherd sought greener pastures;
That fateful month of May
She mocked their guilty pleasures.
Of destinies and fate
And one's life-long journey,
To fight for human rights, she said
That was what she wanted to be.
"If law is reason free from passion"*
Why did you have to leave, why o why...
Is not educating us your mission?
Is this the day that liberty dies?
For days we cried,
And even more we wept
Reflecting back we sighed
Our grief knew no depth.
We clipped our wings and broke our feet
Sulked in a corner and cried
Then came Hope upon her glowing steed
She told us there's no need to hide.
She spoke of tales so far and wide
Of unjust men and blatant lies,
Yet beneath our grief inside
We finally saw the world thru our shepherd's eyes.
As the song of the nightingale
Climaxed in all its glory
We realised that the world needs her saviour
And you're the hero in this untold story.
Better ye change thy ways
Those of corrupted hearts and tainted souls
For those who sin and join the fray
She will slay you whole.
As the velvet night drew nigh
Clouds parted and the sun rose high
Fly, fly my teacher fly!
Seek your heaven in the sky.
- Gin Jhen -
* "If law is reason free from passion" - quote from Aristotle
When the wind so gently blows
Like a deep cloak of gloom
Amidst a tide of woe.
Hark! The melancholic strain
A minstrel's heartstrings
Reverberating with sad refrain
And the nightingale starts to sing.
A song of tragedy
Of bitter anguish and pain
Oh, that cruel sad melody
That broke my heart in twain.
'Twas the story on a little meadow
Of a flock of lambs and their shepherd
She was their Queen and them her shadow
I shall be thy guide, she whispered.
Winter, summer and down blue yonder
She led them from lea to lea.
To quench their thirst and fill their hunger
It felt like a perfect harmony.
Dischord and Strife hated it
Fate wanted to change it instead
Patience said let's wait a little bit
Have faith, that's what Hope said.
The trickling sands of time
Coursed the path of calamity;
Dreams and fantasy merged sublime
Into harsh reality.
The flock had gone astray
Their shepherd sought greener pastures;
That fateful month of May
She mocked their guilty pleasures.
Of destinies and fate
And one's life-long journey,
To fight for human rights, she said
That was what she wanted to be.
"If law is reason free from passion"*
Why did you have to leave, why o why...
Is not educating us your mission?
Is this the day that liberty dies?
For days we cried,
And even more we wept
Reflecting back we sighed
Our grief knew no depth.
We clipped our wings and broke our feet
Sulked in a corner and cried
Then came Hope upon her glowing steed
She told us there's no need to hide.
She spoke of tales so far and wide
Of unjust men and blatant lies,
Yet beneath our grief inside
We finally saw the world thru our shepherd's eyes.
As the song of the nightingale
Climaxed in all its glory
We realised that the world needs her saviour
And you're the hero in this untold story.
Better ye change thy ways
Those of corrupted hearts and tainted souls
For those who sin and join the fray
She will slay you whole.
As the velvet night drew nigh
Clouds parted and the sun rose high
Fly, fly my teacher fly!
Seek your heaven in the sky.
- Gin Jhen -
* "If law is reason free from passion" - quote from Aristotle
