In the Beginning (from "Legendary")

Lyrics: Cheeyang Ng Music: Cheeyang Ng Here are the stories I was told as a child Of how the world came to be Let your thoughts and imagination run wild Let these stories pass though you A stagnant generations before me How faith can fill the ocean? Who's the lady in the moon? Why magpies built the Milky Way? How the dead receive our devotion? And why the dragon died too soon? And the reason we have night and day And as you listen you may wonder Where do you fit in A question to break free from the wheel as life keeps on going how do we heal So I'll ask it again as I begin In the beginning there was a God named PanGu. He hatched from an egg of Chaos He was so large and so strong that as he stood The Earth began to break from the Sky In the beginning there was a God named PanGu He longed to bring order to the Chaos He was so sure and so proud and he had no doubt But as he stood he stared to die His left eye became the Sun His right eye became the Moon His hair sprouted plants and trees Out his blood flowed rivers and seas His voice became thunder  His sweat became rain As he was dying He felt no pain His bones became minerals His body the soil And with his last breath he gave all things life If this is the world that he made And he shaped it in his image Isn't it magnificent? But why don't I feel as magnificent Perhaps this is all I am meant to unpack in therapy In the beginning from PanGu's ashes a ravishing goddess NuWa was birthed She reached into the soil and from its yellow clay The first people unearthed Even though they were strangers She shielded them from the dangers of Wildfires raging floods overtaking the countryside Then she mended the Heavens Taught them six from their sevens Gave them the gift of curiosity live with their eyes open wide If these are the people she made And she shaped them in her image Aren't they all beautiful? But why don't I feel just as beautiful I'm writing and singing this ‘Cause I have no money for therapy I'm not a giant like PanGu Or a nurturing soul like NuWa was to us If my ancestors' ancestors' ancestors came from him or her Then as things were I won't have a choice what pronouns I prefer If life's just Yin and Yang What happens to the in between? Between the dark and the light  The rich and the poor What's wrong and what's right? How can we be sure ? And what stories do we get to tell generations to come? Will they all feel understood? Can they all feel understood In the beginning there was a God named PanGu And a ravishing goddess named NuWa