I’ve run out of words to say.

For this little island that once lit up my life became a diminishing flame.

The little shop where uncle Botak sold us bread and newspaper gave way to a spanking new NTUC supermarket

It’s a sign of changing times maybe my heart has gone cold

I don’t know but perhaps I’m growing old.

The place I know that I once belong

I hope I still can sing the same old song.

Maybe…maybe.

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