In the face of devestation
After the nuclear bomb
In the voice of the survivors
The search for peace lives on

As they sit on there small island
Free from nuclear rain
They plead for peace
Spared to start again

So as they build a new world
Out of the ashes of the last
Born to strive for peace
After the nuclear blast

How many Martin luthers
Or John lennons will be born
The peace dreamers of the world
Slaughtered while we mourn

Is peace achievable
I guess we,ll never know
But to strive for peace
Is the only way to go

To hate is weakness
To love is power
Judgement day is coming
And in the final hour

As the buttons are pressed
And the missiles fly
And nuclear Armageddon
Blackens out the sky

As we fall to our knees
And accept our fate
As we finally realise
Peace came to late

I sent my fish a swimming
In the Fallopian sea
Some swam better than others
One reached the end of his journey

And now the joy of joys
And much to my delight
I found out my girlfriends pregnant
She took a test tonight

So it's all about baby planning
Picking baby names for a girl or a boy
Buying cots and pram blankets
And the odd baby toy

Doing out the nursery
Will it be pink or blue
Can,t wait for the scan
To see what colour to do

Maternity clothing
Hospital visit or two
Morning sickness
raging hormones too

In nine month it,ll be all over
We,ll be holding a girl or a boy
Sleepless nights and ***** nappies
Is,nt parenthood a joy

To all the mothers of the world
Enjoy your mothers day
And special thoughts of sadness and love
To those who,ve passed away

Happy mothers day to you all

dear mr postman
send my mothers day card to heaven
cos i lost the most important woman in my life
she died when i was 37

she really was amazing
a good mum and wonderful wife
she grew me like a flower in her womb
she blessed me with a life

50 years have floated by
like a feather on a summer breeze
so take my mothers day gifts to heaven
postman wont you please

i think of her so often
i miss her more than words could say
and without my mother by my side
it wont feel like its mothers day

i look back fondly on my childhood
and the love my mother gave to me

the tears she dried
the the plasters she applied
the food she fed
the stories in bed

the advice she gave
for being my slave
for teaching me the rules
walking me to my schools

for my college fees
my first house keys
for the loving care
for always being there

i,m eighty seven now
and i still fill with sadness and gloom
but i know i wont live forever
and i,ll be in heaven soon

to sit by the side of my mother
to share on her special day
to thank her for the life that she gave me
and wish her a happy mothers day

What would the world be like
If we all had the same names
If we all had the same thoughts
If we all played the same games
If we all agreed on everything
And we all ate the same food
I guess we,d lead a humdrum life
It would,nt be very good
It's good to be different
To have different points of view
It's good to be me
Is it good to be you?
I think the glass is half full
You think it is half empty
We won,t agree on everything
But we will agree on plenty

He ***** on his nicotine habit
With not a care for his health
His forty a day habit
A significant drain on his wealth
His lungs become smaller and smaller
He struggles to take every breath
The toxins he continues to crave on
Bring him closer and closer to death
But still he keeps on smoking
Though there's lots of help out there
To help people stop smoking
I guess he just does,nt care
He,s playing Russian roulette
With every tab he does ****
And one day the big c will catch him
He,s really  pushing his luck

I wonder,
When my life clock stops,
And my heart no longer beats.
When the worms feast on my rotting corpse
Or the flames burn the flesh from my bones
Will I travel the up or down escalator of life

Will I go to heaven
Or will I go to hell
Only god
Or the devil can tell

I guess it depends
On the life that I led
Whether I,ll burn in hell
Or wear a halo on my head

When I die
And I,m no longer there
To be frank and honest
I doubt that I,ll care