Thanx Sherlyn..It's true, you really are brought back to Payatas..and we're reminded why we fell in love with the place..and how we learnt to love ourselves as well..
Pls stop the stickam player before playing this vid..trust me, its worth ur attention. This is for them..for us..

I quote from Acts 29's blog:

Return to a land called Paraiso,
a place where a dying river ends.
No birds there fly over Paraiso,
no space allows them to endure.
The smoke that screens the air,
the grass that's never there.

And if I could see a single bird, what a joy.
I try to write some words and create
a simple song to be heard
by the rest of the world.

I live in this land called Paraiso,
in a house made of cardboard floors and walls.
I learned to be free in Paraiso,
free to claim anything I see.
Matching rags for my clothes,
plastic bags for the cold.

And if empty cans were all I have, what a joy.
I never fight to take someone
else's coins and live with fear
like the rest of the boys.

Paraiso, help me make a stand.
Paraiso, take me by the hand
Paraiso, make the world understand
that if I could see a single bird, what a joy.
This tired and hungry land could expect
some truth and hope and respect
from the rest of the world.

I've heard a saying once, and in layman terms, a song has twice the impact of spoken word. Songs help bring out the meaning in a better way..
In my quest to be true to what i am, i guess it helps to know how it feels to have someone be there for you..someone to affirm you and pick you up. Well, this is one of my fav tracks frm U2.. enjoy



-Dedication..My dedication-