I saw his shadow and warmed at his smile
my dad my mate my soul plus one
he never ever saw me other than his son
faultless little bundle from heaven maybe hell
saw him sat beside me wanted
wishing me was here wanting so to call him brought me to a tear

Can hear his voice so sweetly ...laughing so out loud
remembering all those good times
scarborough sounds about
yet there I was this daytime looking over there
seeing daddys shadow sitting the chair ..made me sad and happy
that thoughts I knew he had
son just be ones happy ...
dont worry im alright

I hear the drops as they fall
banging louder in the squall
memories of a nother day
washing thoughts of age away

yet they bring a new me you
smell the freshness..smell of new
yet I feel so part a past
wishing future never last

time to wash away some dirt
time to move on in overt
time to clean the past away
wishin washing every day

sitting here again ...life without the din
waiting for the future missing from the past
sitting here again..time just pasing time
wondered round the corner ..different path ,different life

sitting here again ..thinking of the future
thinking lifes regrets
sitting here again ..saddness next to sorrow
said i wished id said so many things

sitting here again..smiling at the loves
life has paid to me
children playing, lovers holding
life in perfect peace

The road left long and grey,bordom in a way
seemed so straight so full of sorrow
no feeling,no love nor beauty given
a road of death  ..devil driven

The sun appeared a smile did grow
my heart skipped a warmin glow
the glare shown bright a gazzling sight
warming skin a sun so bright

driving home to get there soon
fight the grey the so called gloom
streams of lights before me glow
darkness stretching through the ticking time into the night
soon be home

The shaken earth that so so stood shook against all thats good
people ran and hid for cover fearing life and soon to suffer
burried in a living grave we hope and pray that all will save

our mother earth shows many sides and cares not who is victimised
we bless each day its not our last and hope to see the fresh green grass
my thoughts go out to all thats hurt and pray that
mother ....earth is quiet .....Shhhhhhh!!!

Just a little thought to all the peeps in New Zealand **

the roadside ghosts are there to see
crosses bear lifes misery
yet we trundle flying by
wishing.... hoping ...its not our time

I see their faces and feel the pain.. the ghosts standing waiting shame
the fog that shows them in the light only coming out when night
why can me and only me see the ghostly shapes that be
the roadside ghosts i fear them most
feel the creeping
shivers me whole

i,d smelt that smell before ...death was at his door
he didnt know it ..yet i could smell it death would have him soon
he carried on as if nothing wrong yet i could smell so well
death was waiting ,panting stinking death was at his door

my nose did linger ,a smell so vile yet memories made me sad
that smell so well... that i knew dealt a deathy blow.. it sent a shiver

he looked quite well but soon would show the stench of ground below
freinds would crowd a grief alound ..showing respect now due
said good bye but did not cry as they melted away like snow