Singing of Joy

[Verse 1] In the town of Tampines, Speaking Teochew, though less with time's stride. Deep within my soul, where cultures collide, Eastern and Western hues, my spirit does guide. [Verse 2] In life's intricate weave, my tale does unfold, Through art's creation, my story is told. Blending the brush strokes of Eastern lore, With Western palettes, vibrant and more. [Chorus] Ink and paint dance upon the canvas wide, Chasing my dreams, where creativity resides. With each stroke, emotions I confide, Every hue, my passion, I do imbibe. [Verse 3] A fusion of cultures, in my works revealed, Modern visions with traditions congealed. Bridging East and West, in artistic flight, Exploring emotions, in the still of the night. [Chorus] Guarding secrets deep, in the canvas's hush, Every stroke finds my voice, in the artist's rush. Echoing through the night, a cultural symphony, Singing of joy, in this creative epiphany. [Outro]