It may be established,
as dull as the Amish
even nightmarish
but I want to publish.

It never seems boarish
The reading is moreish
in fact it, I would relish
the contracts most hellish.

I have just one wish,
and that is to publish
music to nourish
talent to astonish
and help it to flourish
and try to abolish
the commercialised anguish

I am happy if you are happy,
I said to leave my sorrow.
If you find love then I know that
your love I can always borrow.

I'm so angry when you're hurt,
I cry and shout aloud.
When you achieve or praise you receive,
I am forever proud.

But never do you sympathise,
or return my empathy.
You only care when He is there
and He, is never me.

I ask you not to take me,
for granted as you do.
For when you cry, I always try,
to say I still love you.

But I know and always know,
that He's your number one.
I'll forever be your number three,
to pass the time.
I'm done.

If you choose to leave us,
if you choose to move on.
I will never forgive you,
from the day you are gone.

If you leave your children,
if you choose to leave your spouse,
if you choose to leave your family,
so alone in this big house.

When they diagnosed you,
you promised you would fight.
You would refuse to give in,
you would do what's right.

You can call me selfish,
for insisting that you live,
without you we would lose it,
That I can't forgive.