On Growing Up.

In Malaysia at a relative's wedding.

In Malaysia at a relative’s wedding.

There was a time I used to look into my father’s eyes.

In a happy home I was king I had a golden throne.

Those days are gone, now the memories are on the wall.

I hear the songs from the places where I was born.

Up on the hill across the blue lake,

That’s where I had my first heartbreak.

I still remember how it all changed,

My father said,

Don’t you worry, don’t you worry child.

See heaven’s got a plan for you.

Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now, yeah.

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