Here's to You and Me

Wake Me Up - Ed Sheeran [cover]

Hi guys!

I've uploaded a new cover on my YouTube channel (Sheilla Khonada), it's a very minimalistic cover, with just simple piano chords arrangement, similar to the original song. I used the application GarageBand for this (no, I wasn't paid to promote GarageBand, I just love the features it offers). Go visit my channel to hear the full version, and also other songs! :D

For full version, here's to direct you to the original cover:

Wake Me Up - Ed Sheeran [cover by Sheilla Kho]

You're Gonna Be Okay

Plastic

I beg thee

do not force bend

a hard soul like me.

Dearest,

What are you made of?

There

were days

I watch many people

of a more softly core -

Plastic;

time-befriending, usage-changing,

mold-complying, quietly-listening,

coat-accepting, color-adjusting,

resilient.

Then there

were nights I watch

as myself unwind and unfold.

Do you, dearest, ever dare ask

whether you are wearing a mask?

Not able to answer,

then emerge my interrogative:

Who am I?

I intently listen

tick tock tick tock

many moons float by

all my senses are ears

I,

hey

hush

shush,

am you

the voice

inside thee.

Thou art alive,

why take worry

aren’t thou free?

I look quietly

“Plastic, maybe

but of what kind?”

but oh dear,

what lies inside me

is not like a plastic, I see.

I touch it

my fingertips bleed!

My good question arrives:

how do plastic stab fingers?

I knock at it

the sound echoes!

My wonder appears:

how do plastic reflect sounds?

I caress it

how cold to the touch!

Can’t be warmed by fire -

How odd is this plastic inside me!

Then

only I realize

it is not plastic after all

Fleets

a single word

through my mind

Crystal.

Now, I understand.

Now, I accept.

Now, I handle with care.

Maybe you are a crystal too?

Or a wood?

It's alright what you're made of

it's what you leave behind that counts.

Dearest,

What are you made of?

but I beg thee

do not force bend

a hard soul like me.


-sheilla kho

Fire

I start to figure out

there is this art to life -

that is;

you're always constantly broken

and mended again.

Every single time a lil bit stronger,

a lil bit wiser than before.

What we're afraid of,

maybe, all this time, is to fail

and have people know that you do.

But failing is humane

It is neither an unforgivable shame

nor a permanent disgrace -

as long as we learn

and adjust to evade equally severe burn.

We need those fire sometimes:

the ones that burn you but don't kill you.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger

teaches you wiser

and hopefully, molds you softer.

Feel blessed to fall into a fire.

Because fire tests

and fire purifies.

And dear, there's no shame at all

in making it out of a fire alive.

-sheilla kho