wing beats of doves
tremble the air
with feathered sound

-as they land to feed
and dance
-the cut grass their stand.

I walk in, under my arm, a lyre
I hope you give me a bye
I don't want to compete with these liars
All I fear is, Hi and bye

Fire burns inside for you
Embers waters can't quench
Am consumed by your beauty
An inferno that is a wretch

Spare me from this misery
Lift this grey cloud
Yes , hand me the victory
Leave me feeling proud

Let me stand on the top step
In me hand, your golden heart
Our song, everyone to sing
Let them all raise and dance to our love beat

I keep pushing my self through
the constant misery of pain.

I realise in the last year that my life will  never be the same ever again.

The pain never seems to get much better it will never really stop hurting.

I keep trying.
I keep walking a little more
each day.

Moving a few little more steps forward
going in that right direction

I know in the end this will lead to much bigger and better  rewards in the end if I never give up and keep on doing this.

No matter the pain, no matter the fear and no matter the tears
I've got keep pushing through
that darknes,
the inner turmoil 
that black and white tunnel we call life and push through to the other side to a much brighter and more happier place
and state of mind.

The Count of Monte Cristo ain’t got nothing on me
I been in prison longer than he, albeit romantically
He got to take revenge, but not me
I’m sentenced for life, I can’t leave
Anyway, the person on whom I wish to take revenge
Is none other than me
I’m the warden
There is no reprieve
I tried to escape
But was captured by me

Sam and Dianne
Tony and Carmela
Vera and Jack
Bobby and Shiela
Boston
Jersey
Weatherfield
Liverpool.