Frustration grips your inner soul
Like mud wrestling by yourself
There is no way to win
So you lay there self defeated.
Anger at your own inadequacy
Your blindness at the situation
Unable to see what was expected of you
And deaf to the signs and warnings
You classify yourself a failure
But it’s worse than that
As others see your shortcomings too
Stuck in the mire and unable to hide
You offer yourself as a sacrifice
Before understanding that
You've already become one
Such is the pain of a lost love.

In a twisted game of Russian roulette
Every chamber is loaded
Although only 3 years old I too am a target
My trusted bear with one chewed ear
Laying silent in my grasp
And although tears run down our cheeks
We’ve been instructed not to cry
The whistling of bullets heard over our heads
Are deafened by an explosion nearby
We are to move but my body feels frozen
I use to run and play but that was before.
Before my father was killed and life turned gray
My mother grabs my hand and says run
But my legs have not thawed and I stumble
Dropping my bear as she pulls me up
I escape her clutches and turn for my bear
I hear shots………..game over.

The daylight slipping through the blinds

Like search lights hunt the wanted

I try to conceal my presence

Under ruffled sheets and blankets

But alas I’m discovered.

Digging furiously at my camouflage

I'm exposed to a wet nose and wagging tail

I feel a walk is very much on the horizon

And though I still feel weary and lethargic

My refusal will not work

And so, another day begins

And my bond with nature tightens

You can never deny such love and loyalty

From a furry trusted friend.

Leaving home for distant shores
Way beyond my dreams.
Watching as the sun goes down
Awaiting nights moon beams.

Standing on the forward deck
Wind blowing through my hair.
Trepidation, second thoughts
Will love come find me there?

Stars arrive to light my path
Across an endless sea.
I wonder will I have regrets
What will become of me?

I should go and find some sleep
But I can’t pull myself away.
So, there I stood against the rails
Until the break of day.

The sunrise brought me fresh new hope
On my decision to depart.
To pack your life in two suitcases
Isn't for the faint of heart.

I convince myself all will be okay
When I finally do arrive.
I'm lonely now, but will not be
If I have you by my side.

Nighttime

Fireflies dance to the tune of the breeze
Birds chirp a parting good night
Dusk hurries out the day to usher in the night
And a mystic calm befalls the hollow
Lights come on in the darkening sky
To greet the spotlighting moon
An owl hoots while surveying below
The menu of fare for her dinner
A desperate dog fox calls for a mate
Eager to quench his growing lust
As others sleep the nocturnal bats
Soar as the birds of the night
Time floats by, until shattered
By the uninvited intruding dawn
While vowing to return
The night retreats from the advancing sunrise
        Trevor Reynolds 2020

A squad car cruised up his parents drive
To notify them he was no longer alive
They even explained just how he'd died
But nobody, nobody cried

The family gathered from far and wide
Telling tales from times gone bye
No one knew if they were true or lies
Yet nobody, nobody cried

The clock on the church struck straight up five
As they packed in the pews like bees in a hive
And on his headstone was simply inscribed
Nobody, nobody cried

Nobody cried as they lowered him down
A six foot hole in consecrated ground
Nobody cried, not a single tear was shed
They didn't care when he was alive
Nobody cried now he is dead.
                            Copyright@trevorreynolds2021

The clouds have gathered overhead
My demons all assemble
Reflecting on the man I was
Who now I don't resemble
I hide my pain behind a smile
But why am I pretending
I've read this book a thousand times
There is no happy ending

Racked with pain each days the same
The joys of life forgotten
Falling down amidst the crowd
My very soul downtrodden
Yet still I laugh or tell a joke
I make my eyes tell lies
They do not care of the load you bear
Or a man that secretly cries

They cannot cure they just subdue
With therapy and sedation
You stand by a deserted railroad track
On an empty derelict station
You know the train will never come
Yet you search for its arrival
With the office closed you cannot buy
A ticket for your survival.
                     Trevor Reynolds 2019

Scattered pieces of shattered dreams
Litter the road leading to my heart.
Memories lie broken on the sidewalk
As you and I, prepare to live apart.
Open wounds, that slowly bleed
Drip down and pool within my soul.
I feel my life, being torn apart
As it was you, that made me whole.
I've no more tears that I can shed
My anger rose and then it did subside.
Now, I wear my feelings like a coat
All buttoned up, and prepared to hide.
Different times in different places
I suppose I should have seen the signs.
Yet I’m the one hurt and imprisoned
Although not guilty of any crimes.
Who cares, if the sun will shine again
And make the sea a deep shade of blue.
Yes, I may see many wondrous things
But my eyes will be shut, when it comes to you.

Picture in my mind
Hills and mountains reach up, as they stretch to touch the sky
The clouds like vintage sailboats, So Graciously, sail on by
The greenery below reflects, the shadow of the sun
Earth in all its glory, from the time that life begun
A dirt road to our future, or a pathway from our past
The backdrop of our childhood, which we knew could never last
A fence post forms a boundary, to keep us in or keep us out?
The weather is our custodian, To winter floods or summer drought
And as the dusk is falling, A cool wind blows through the trees
Then the majesty of the landscape, sends me praying to my knees
Regardless where life takes me, no matter what I'll find
I have my place of comfort, And this picture in my mind

Do you speak the words you intend to write?
Rehearsing how they will read.
Do you write your thoughts down right away?
Or just whenever you feel the need.
Is your pen an extension of your heart?
Does it flow from line to line?
Do you stop what you’re doing to write things down?
Or wait until you have the time.
Can you visualize the created scene?
Like a painting in your mind
Do you publish them, for all to see?
Or make your talent hard to find.
You may belong to a special group
Although, you may not know it.
As people able to make their hearts talk
Are commonly known as poets.

Every poet has a dream
To have the words they’ve written seen
To know that someone far away
Understood what they had to say
Their emotions shared, they bare their soul
As that’s the way they rock n roll
So, take some time and read an ode
It may well help you down the road
You’ll never know unless you try
To cast a verse before your eye
Some hope or comfort you may glean
By just fulfilling a poets dream

A couple are walking hand in hand
One is a fella, the other a man
They walk so close, it’s hard to tell them apart
Do your eyes have a prejudice heart?

A young woman kisses her brand-new bride
They wear their love like a badge of pride
Their life together they’re about to start
Do your eyes have a prejudice heart?

The calling from the mosque brings them to prayer
The women in a side room, cause only men go in there
Their faith deems it necessary to pray apart
Do your eyes have a prejudice heart?

They look quite normal when seen from the back
Yet one is white and the other is black
Both of them worldly and both of them smart
Do your eyes have a prejudice heart?

A perfect place and the right time
For you to say what's on your mind
The right time and the perfect place
To confront your demons face to face
Open wounds that will not heal
Pent up emotions, that make you ill
Things said in anger while on the phone
Have sent you to the quiet zone
You've arranged to meet, and make your peace
But it triggers an explosion, a verbal release
Things to say, swirl inside your head
Even stuff, that should be left unsaid
Maybe you, should not have met
You may say things, you’d now regret
Will it clear the air, will tranquility reign?
Can barriers be broken, or will our egos remain?
This may indeed, be the perfect place and time
To keep your heart in focus, and your thoughts in line
So, what if it's, the right time and place.
Just turn the other cheek, and walk away with grace.
Silence can sometimes, make you feel alone
But there is comfort, in the quiet zone.

May God Bless everyone who is suffering from Depression.

Relaxation help me please
Before this world brings me to my knees
Relieve my stress, unload this burden
So I don't need, to hide behind this curtain
Close my mind as I close my eyes
And I'll no longer see these stormy skies
Anxiety crowds and clouds my soul
As deeper I fall into this large black hole
To take my life, I do debate
But what other mess would that create
An end to this I cannot see
And that as well depresses me
So let me sleep, my thoughts dispelled
Or take me from this living hell
One thing after another, a continuous succession
Leaves me lost in a dark depression.
by Trevor Reynolds 2017

Encircled by its ruins
Lies a sanctuary with an alter
A relic of a worship place?
Or sacrifice and slaughter
Gargoyles that warned off demons
Lie broken and defeated
Crumbling bricks and mortar
Are left where they were seated
Deserted on the hill top
A monument of time
When things were very different
And blasphemy was a crime
So, if you’re seeking a saviour
And don't know where to start
It isn't on a hill top
It lies inside your heart

She sits alone and cries
Tears cascade down her face
Reminiscent of a waterfall after the rains
She sobs those elongated breaths
Like billows at a furnace
Her body heaves with grief
And still, she cries
I stand outside her door
Like a sentry on guard
Helpless to do anything but wait
She wants to be alone
I'm forbidden to invade into her sorrow
I cannot change the reason for her tears
And still, she cries
Her sobbing does get faint
Then builds again
Like an orchestrated symphony of pain
It hurts my heart
To hear the one I love in such distress
I'm her knight and meant to save her
Yet still, she cries
The sobbing has ceased
Though I still hear her whimper in her sleep
I'm tired too, but I will not abandon my post
This dragon that engulfs her I must slay
I carry no known weapons but my love
I wonder if that will ever be enough
For each time she cries.

Whatever your color, race or creed,
The only thing that matters is the color you bleed.
Your my brothers and sisters, my siblings by creation
No matter what continent or individual nation.
Let's live together in peace and make God our reflection
Treat each other with kindness, love and affection.
The truth in the end will decide our fate
So let's change our ways before it's to late.

Sick of the media making up news
Tired of people disregarding others views.
Sick of the virus and the fear it’s created
Tired of the rhetoric of racism and hatred.
Sick of being told how I must wash my hands
Tired of State Governor's changing my plans.
Sick of people complaining about wearing a mask
Tired of them thinking that it's too much to ask.
Sick of the force some police officers’ use
Tired of the way that they all get abused.
Sick of the looting and violence in towns
Tired of politician's who just play this down.
Sick of the election and it's toxic agenda
Tired to think it won't end in November.
Sick of this feeling of fear and isolation
Tired of the destruction of this once great proud nation.

They threw their kit bags on their shoulders
And headed for the nearest station.
Nine weeks of basic military training
Boot camp, was their chosen destination.
Six young men, from one small town
Who'd grown up to be, more like brothers.
Headed off with their heads held high
So proud of themselves and each other.
Later that year with a three-day pass
They headed back home overjoyed.
Their family's joy then turned to concern
When they told them, that they'd been deployed.
With courage and pride, they went off to fight
After first wishing each other well.
But none of them knew what war was really like
Although it fitted their vision of hell.
When the final battle ended and unable to tell
Who, the winners or losers had been.
The wounded were tended, they recovered their dead
But the scars in their minds were unseen.
Discharged without thought, of what happens now
They returned to the home they once knew.
But unlike before, when those six marched to war
Their number had been reduced by two.
Those six brave young men, hadn't known back then
When they packed all their gear in rucksacks.
History doesn't care, how many marched away
What matters, is how many came back.

It could have been so different
The ending might have been brighter
But life has landed a big left hook
And floored this once unbeaten fighter
Dazed and unable to recover
Could he, be saved by the bell?
Lying there prostrate on the floor
With a sad beaten story to tell
He never saw the blow coming
Though the signs were there to see
Blind to the stark reality
Of how the finish would be
Left in a heap of emotions
Bruised and bloodied lies his pride
Wishing the ground would swallow him up
But in truth he has nowhere to hide
Yet even now as he lays there
Reflecting back over the years
It should have ended so different
Than to drown. in his own pool of tears

Some days I feel like smiling
Sometimes I’m reduced to tears,
It pulls me from my fantasy land
Surrounding me with my fears.

Some nights I pass on sleeping
Some how my mind won’t rest,
With memories of forgotten times
Causing anguish and distress.

Somewhere out in the darkness
Somebody calls my name,
Granting me forgiveness
Though my heart still bares the blame.

Some places rekindle happy times
Someone may break your trance,
You will find peace and happiness
If you give yourself the chance.

I just need somebody to listen
Show empathy, understanding and love.
I don't want someone who will judge me
As my judge is my God up above.

While your opinion may be valid and plausible
It’s not what I need to hear.
I so need a friend and confidant
Who is willing to lend me their ear.

What I have to say, I feel deeply about
It may not be right or wrong.
It’s about a goodbye, that may make you cry
Like the words of an old country song.

So, if you are feeling kind hearted
And have some spare time you can share.
Come over and help me unload
This troublesome burden I bear.

It may not be very exciting
But please, stay with me until the end.
If you will be the one, who will listen
I'll know, I at least have a friend.

The Corridor of Life

I saunter down the corridor of life
Unable to recall the start or see the end
My vacant stare disguises what I visualize
As I distinguish between an enemy and a friend.
You think that you have fooled me, but I let you
All part of my persona of mystique
You cannot know the path my life has taken
Like you cannot tell a river from a creek.
The corridor continues through the darkness
And though it has no wall to keep me there
I seldom deviate from this, my chosen path
Or drop my guard and allow my soul to bare
The fire that rages down deep inside me
Melts the ice that circulates inside my veins
For hate and anger never solve my problems
Nor do they heal my wounds or cease my pain
One day I know this journey will be ending
Like a string that has been shortened by a knife
Until that time I'm trained to keep pretending
As I saunter down the corridor of life.

Burning embers molten ash
The residue of yesterday’s trash.
Flames that flicker in the dark
From cuts of wood and old tree bark.
Smoke that dances in the breeze
A heat that warms arthritic knees.
Cups of hot chocolate and self made smores
Tonight’s reward for today’s finished chores.
Tales of truth with some *******
Stories that are told around the fire-pit.

Their Waterloo

Rolling waves cascade down upon the crimson-colored stained sand.
Corpses strewn across a never-ending unforgiving beach.
The repetitive sound of gunfire is deafened only by screams.
Lives exstinguished before their comrade’s eyes
Young men dying, but never knowing the reason why
As the stench of death sends birds fleeing out to sea.
A wounded warrior cries out in pain. His fate is finely balanced
Before a mortar shell seals his demise.
The regiments chaplain, covering all denominations
Looks bewildered and distraught, not knowing which way to turn,
Drops to his knees to administer the last rites to all.
He includes himself, as the enemy ****** offers no mercy.
The night sky darkens as the sun retreats to shine another day
Gunfire quietly subsides until the only sound left
Is that of an angry night tide, lapping over the souls of those fallen.
In search of peace, they gave their all, as they met their Waterloo.

A blurred image I squint to see
Its form I cannot comprehend
A crescent moon is little help
Though, what light it has, it offers to lend
I stumble forward to improve my vision
My sight's fixation makes me rudely stare
What can it be that drives me onward?
Why should I worry, why should I care?
My senses alarm me, there is no sound
The eerie silence chills my skin.
Although I want to turn around
My curiosity's force, pulls me back in
If anything, my vision is more obscure
Yet the object I see has grown in size
I’d call for help but I have no voice
What will be the fate that I must realize?
I lose all consciousness and then come to
In more familiar surroundings I become aware
I never knew what my subconscious did see
Just an object in my strange nightmare.

A field of splendid color
Stretches far across the plain
This rosy red silk blanket
That hides the tales of death and pain.
So many men were slaughtered
Each taking their last breath
While serving king and countries
On the poppy fields of death.

They fought in Northern France
And in Belgium's Flanders fields
Young men from many nations
Were mercilessly shot and killed.
Not realizing their future
They gave their life and rest
With both enemy and comrades
On the poppy fields of death.

How long will we remember
The sacrifice they made
The importance of their legacy
And the part their courage played.
They helped to mold our lives
By giving of their best
So long ago and far from home
On the poppy fields of death.

Looking down from my vantage point
Surveying the carnage below
I saw the truth about my life
In the tears of the people, I know.
Memories of regret for things I’d said
With remorse for what I didn’t say.
Procrastinating has left chores undone
Now, there will not be another day.
Its to late to accept apologies
Unable to forgive and forget.
I was going to do so many things
I just hadn’t got round to it yet.
Knowing I could have changed things
Or at least I should have tried.
Letting animosity end, while making amends
Before I went and died.
Each other we should treasure
Our time, more wisely spent
Material things are worthless
But we all are Heaven sent.
So, take note of words of wisdom
In the good book their written in red.
They’re words that we should live by
It’s to late when we are dead.

A dozen roses in a vase
A kaleidoscope of color
To pick just one to press and keep
Seems insulting to the others.
In the end I had to choose
The one that first, caught my eye
Its vibrant blossom standing out
Causing a sentimental cry.

Its petals felt like velvet
With a scent of pure delight
It seemed to glow endlessly
Even in the dead of night
This rose is one I'll treasure
For we will never be apart
It will always be there with me
As it blossoms in my heart.

The royal oak is still standing
As the construction crews draw near.
This Sir Lancelot of the woodland
Now deprived of his sweet Guinevere.
While all around him were slaughtered
He stood in defiant  splendor.
Unable to prevent the carnage
But refusing to yield and surrender.
The town folk fought for conservation
But the fat cats money was to strong.
One tree was all we were asking for
To remain in the place it belonged.
We held a candlelight vigil
And chained ourselves to his trunk.
But the mechanical army was relentless
And cast us aside, like we were junk.
We prayed for a stay of execution
So that this historic landmark could remain.
But they laughed as they cut him to the ground
Treating him with their total disdain.
Now the woodlands is full of houses
With shops and offices a plenty.
And although it is full of bricks and mortar
To me, the landscape is barren and empty.
The destruction of nature for progress
Is a pill just to big to swallow.
To give up all of our yesterdays
Will not guarantee our tomorrow.

I wake from a seemingly endless sleep
My senses confused and blurred.
My eyes unfocused as I struggle to see
What during my slumber had occurred?
Flames and smoke bellowed skyward
Obstructing a magnificent dawn.
Shattered glass and debris littered The Street
That had known me, ever since I was born.
Was this about justice, retribution or rights?
Or defense of the land’s constitution.
In truth, no one knows or cares anymore
The meanings lost in the utter confusion.
Peaceful protest has become a piece of the past
Replaced by, vile tongues spewing hate and revolution.
Every lesson we learned is challenged or dismissed
Erasing history and man's own evolution.
They're people who brag that they kneel for a flag
That waved gallantly through the enemies’ fire.
We hear defunding cries, there is hate in their eyes
And all hope for our future is dire.
We pray it will pass, the stupidity won't last
But rich donors are refueling the fires.
Yet in all this we've found a statement of truth
That is, most of the media are liars.
When the dust settles down and the fires burn out
Will there be any, of our past left to delete?
Can we all make amends and call each other our friend
And feel safe when we walk down The Street.

I watched it glide across the mirror like water
Even its reflection was majestically serene.
With his head held high in a distinguished pose
This was the finest of the species I had ever seen.
With his wings folded back so tight and neat
And a plumage pristine, with not a feather out of place.
Surveying its surroundings and fellow inhabitants
As it journeyed onwards with style and grace.
He was not troubled by the river’s companions
Nor indeed did they appear to be threatened by him.
A mutual respect seemed to exist between them
This wasn't a contest either side had to win.
As they mingled together in the beam of bright sunlight
It was not just his beauty that stood him out from the pack.
With no sign of jealousy or perceived racial tension
Just a combined acceptance that this swan was black.

If I could have three wishes
That I knew would all come true
I'd think about them carefully
Before deciding what, I'd do
My first wish would be simple
All the hungry I would feed
There would be no more starvation
No one in suffering, no one in need
My second wish is for the homeless
No more the streets to roam
They won’t need to look for shelters
For everyone will have a home
My last wish is for mercy
And that everybody is healed
There would be no need for war
So, no one would get killed
But if I had just one wish
I know what it would be
My wish would be for everyone
To all live happily

So many thoughts swirl through my mind
I've been troubled now for quite a while.
But no one sees my darkest thoughts
As they hide in secret behind my smile.
Anxiety chills the warmest nights
Some I barely get to make it through
Disguised in public so they don't know
It helps to crack a joke or two.
A simple tear rolls down my cheek
My self-pity consumes my body
Yet people think my life is good
I’ve managed to fool most everybody
Like a rodeo clown, I mess around
And hope that nobody will see
But there's one person, I cannot fool
And that person, I know is me.

Looking back
I left the track
Going completely off the rails
I had no other plan
I didn't give a ****
No exam passes, only fails
I saw the light
Put my life right
Found a sense of hope out there
Feet back on the ground
No longer fooled around
Became someone who began to care

Upon a wooden cross
Sealed by a rusty nail
The savior of mankind
His hands and feet impaled
While sinners mocked and jeered
A lesson He did give
Choosing to die this way
So all of us could live
He said if we repent
And seek Him as the way
He’d prepare a place for us
To join him one fine day
He died to save us all
Yet some denounce His name
They banned Him from our schools
And treat him with disdain
For those that keep the faith
Your worship won’t be lost
He said so on that night
Upon that wooden cross.

The summer of 2020 was ruined before spring
A virus spread from China and panic it would bring
Hoarding became fashionable, and price gouging the norm
Locked inside our sterile homes to ride out the unseen storm
Stores had shelves left empty after every night’s refill
Everybody viewed with suspicion, even those who were not ill.
Health workers were the frontline their own safety in doubt
Working double and triple shifts, as sleep they went without
Other essential workers enlisted for the fight
Against an unseen enemy they battled day and night
The search to find a vaccine quickly gathered pace
The only real opponent, was time in this fierce race
Many public buildings closed their doors to stop the spread
The media dealt in numbers of new cases and the dead
But one figure wasn't mentioned yet it was one we had to hear
The number who'd recovered, a glimmer of good cheer
When the battles finally won and we can put all this behind us
We can all join hands and say we beat the coronavirus.
                                                           Trevor Reynolds 2020

Walked for me

Some people embarrass me, by the way they stare.
Others talk about me, like I'm not even there.
They doubt my sensibility, because I’m stuck in this chair.
But you, you walked for me.
I was finding it hard, just to pay my bills.
Struggling some weeks, to afford my pills.
I had to have them, so I skipped on meals.
But you, you walked for me
I'd be guest of honor, that's what they said.
A day out in town, and not confined to bed.
To welcome home a hero, was the title I read.
But you, you walked for me
They pushed me up the ramp, and in through the door.
A hall full of people, most, I hadn't seen before.
And there you stood, in the middle of the floor.
Because you, you walked for me.
You told me you were working out of town
For three long weeks you haven't been around
Did you know that silence is the loneliest sound?
And you, you walked for me.
When the speeches started, my eyes filled with tears.
They explained what you'd done, I could not believe my ears.
You then handed me a check, thus, relieving all my fears.
Because you, you walked for me
Seventy-five thousand dollars, I read it out loud.
The shock in my voice, was heard above the crowd.
I was welcoming home, a hero of which I'm so proud.
Because you, you had walked for me
While others had stared, or turned their head away.
Without knowing or caring, how I managed from day to day.
You solicited sponsors, then set out on your way
Yes you, you walked for me
To raise that much money, you must have walked far.
Without trains or buses, or even your car.
Welcome home my hero, because that's what you are.
As you, you walked for me.
Don't think me ungrateful, when I tell you this?
Although I'm trapped in this chair, it’s not my legs that I miss.
It’s the way that we danced, which always ended with a kiss.
And then arm in arm, you walked with me.
When we got together, I will never forget
And the answer I gave, I have no regrets
To the very first words you said, when we met.
Will you, please come and walk with me.

Why do some son’s repeat the sins of their fathers?
Why do some daughters copy their mother's mistakes?
How is it that some of us strive to end the world’s hunger?
While others are content to just let them eat cake.
Why do we forgive those who commit terrible crimes?
Yet persecute others for the slightest of things.
We complain about weather and the changing of seasons
Yet delight in the colors and beauty that it brings.
Why do we see each other by our faith or color?
When we all belong to the same human race.
Why do we praise an athlete for being a fast runner?
Yet scold those unable to pick up the pace.
We find contentment in complicated matters
But lose our composure at a simplistic task
Is it easier to hate than to love one another?
Why, is the question we all have to ask.

Depression grips me by the throat
As I struggle it gets tighter.
Now's the time I'll find out
If I'm a quitter or a fighter.

I want to quit and fade away
Just sit quietly in the darkness
But something stirs me from within
And leads me through my blindness.

I hear His voice, I feel His presence
The black clouds part and disappear
He picks me up into his arms
And speaks the words I long to hear.

I'm with you every step you make
I will guide you through life's maze
So trust in Me and keep your faith
Throughout your troubled days.

Open your eyes and start to see
The wonders that await you
Fill your lungs with sacred air
And sing your songs like birds do.

Forget dark thoughts that stone you down
Your sins are all forgiven
Just read the words that are in red
Then remember why they are written.

By Trevor Reynolds

I walked into our parish church
A total stranger there I'd be.
I choose a pew where I was on my own
As I didn't think I needed company.
I bowed my head and closed my eyes
Intending to say a prayer.
I tried to focus on what I'd say
But the words just were not there.
I lit a candle in your honor
On the left side of the knave.
I promised myself I would not cry
But I guess I’m not that brave.
I saw the candle flame flicker
And I felt a warmth down deep inside.
In my mind I heard your voice
Like you were there right by my side.
Your presence gave me courage
And the prayer that I could not say.
Came to me in that instance
Then it slowly faded away.
If anybody had seen me
I wondered, what they would have said.
I was talking to your candle
As if you'd risen from the dead.

If all you leave is a decaying corpse
And the skeletal remains of your life.
Then you've  failed to leave a legacy
For your children or your wife.

Fond memories are a treasure
More precious than silver or gold.
A foundation for their future
In a story that you once told.

Your love in which they showered
During times they needed you the most.
Left them refreshed, secure and empowered.
So, in your memory they would boast.

A tear maybe shed at your passing
Yet like the sun, a smile will break through.
Not because they inherit your riches
But with love, they're remembering you.

I understand heartache, I understand pain
I’m familiar with extravagance and also with plain
What I don't understand is, why you’re here again.
I said, you’re not welcome anymore.
I tolerated your mood swings, I put up with your lies.
I gave in to your wishes and your threatened goodbyes.
But here you are again, right before my eyes.
I said, you're not welcome anymore.
I packed up your things and gave them to your mom.
She had the nerve to tell me I shouldn't do this to her son.
So, I told her we are finished, that I'd had it, we are done.
I said, you're not welcome anymore.
I've had the locks changed, so I don't need your key.
Now show some respect and stop bothering me.
No, we can't talk about this, over a nice cup of tea.
I said, you’re not welcome anymore.