Last night was very silent - silent with the deep, profound quiet of great uninhabited spaces. Suddenly I remembered my past. I had never before felt so completely removed and apart from d trivial current, d petty happenings of life. D deep silences possessed me with a feeling of absolute peace. I felt dat wat had happened would teach me to forget d sharpness of my sorrow, d shame of it. I had been made to feel that I could never hold up my head again nor look anyone in d face. I tot dat there was sumthing relentless and cruel about d manner of him leaving me.

Bit had gone without a warning, flinging me in d dust of d roadway. All those tots were present in my mind but already they had lost sumthing of their power to hurt and wound me. There was no moon, but in d starlite d contours of d landscape, d shapes of d trees, d outlines of d shadowy sentinel buildings were dimly visible. Here and there, a lonely lite gleamed like a jewel from some remote dwelling in d hills of Kundang Jaya.

And now, d death of Bit's memory flung wide d shut gate and release me. It had made me free. Free to love anyone. But sumtimes d way to d heart's desire is a difficult, painful way, costing too much, levying too heavy a toll and it was thus dat I now regarded d fact of my freedom. It seemed a frightful thing, bought with so heavy price dat now d gift was mine I dared not to look upon it, but hid my eyes. To me Bit is dead, but his hands still held me in a cruel and merciless grasp and I felt dat I dared not take this, her last 'gift' to me - d 'gift of my freedom'.

A teardrop fell and touched d ground
Wen it landed it made no sound
In all d world there was no one who saw
Dat tiny teardrop fall softly upon d forest floor
There was not a single soul who knew
Dat teardrop was shed fer u
Except a tiny angel who scooped it from d dirt
Who knew its value was far more than just hurt
She held dat little tear so very tight
And flew to u with all her might
D urgent whisper of her wings as she flew to u
Said that she had d most important job to do
By wing across d ocean it took a week
Before dat tiny tear fell upon ur cheek
U felt d moisture and wondered y
Wen there was no cloud in d sky
Suddenly ur heart sang as it knew
Sumone u tot lost had shed a tear over u
Ur heart skipped a beat n began to race
As u saw in ur mind dat wonderful face
Once again u felt d love u had shared
U had run away because u were scared
And u wished so hard dat u had my heart
Dat we had never separated, were never apart
D little angel took d tear from ur cheek
And flew so hard fer another week
It carried dat tear from u to me
So ur love i could plainly see
So two hearts could join from far away
And maybe be together on one future day