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Fred McCarthy Jan 2011
It only hurts when i miss you.
Those nights when i dream of you.
When i wish i could travel many light years away to bring me any closer to you.
When it is my tears i am wrung through.

It only hurts when i think of you.
When my world turn so blue.
When i can not make out faces i see.
When i do not know where to be.

It only hurts when i say your name.
Thinking of the day you came.
To make a man out of me.
To make me feel and see.
Fred McCarthy Dec 2010
Long before you came into my life.
I had dreamt of your face.
I had heard your laughter so alive.
I had longed for your heart to embrace.

Everynight i think of you.
What i feel for you is true.
My son John, the world has changed because of you.
Every colour of Life has become brighter and true.

There will never be days passing by without me breathing every laughter you make.
Having you has made me complete as a man.
Who in the past was obscure and fake.
Always stared in vain at the sun.

My Son....
My Sun...
My Only Beloved One...
Fred McCarthy Dec 2010
What if life was just an equation.
Would we figure out the right results and come up with divine elaboration?
Living life is just as simple as mathematics.
Just add, subscribe, multiply, and divide, no need to be frantic.

What if love was just a magic trick?
Would we break down and fall sick?
Just swing your wand and you would create your true love out of thin air.
Loving so true is as easy as pulling a rabbit out of your magic hat.

Count your days as if everything would last forever.
Be yourself as if your agony of life you would sever.

Comfort my soul so weary.
I have been left hurt and unsteady.

And come lay me down, my child...
Protect me from the world so wild...
Fred McCarthy Dec 2010
Calling All The Creeps

I know my hair has caught your sense of humour.
My tacky T-Shirts have made you scold even more.
My lame accent disgusts you so bad.
Like a clown failing to cheer his audience up so pathetic and sad.

But you know nothing about me.
Nothing about how i am so free.
Nothing about what i have seen.
Nothing about what i have been.

I may be lame or not popular.
Hiding like a rat in dark cellars.
Invinsible to many who turn me down.
As embarrassed as a King without his crown.

But i possess one that you do not.
I know how to fasten my string and tye it with a knot.
I see things that are invinsible to you;
Dreams that are too good to be true.

Calling all the creeps in the world.
I fight morality balance so bold.
No eyes are too blind to see a beauty.
No man is too weak to do a duty.

I am a creep...
I am calling all the creeps...
Nobody is to peep...
Everyone think deep!

We are the creeps of the world...
Let's fight so bold...
Through our veins our songs will seep...
Stand up you creeps...
Fred McCarthy Dec 2010
Calling All The Creeps

I know my hair has caught your sense of humour.
My tacky T-Shirts have made you scold even more.
My lame accent disgusts you so bad.
Like a clown failing to cheer his audience up so pathetic and sad.

But you know nothing about me.
Nothing about how i am so free.
Nothing about what i have seen.
Nothing about what i have been.

I may be lame or not popular.
Hiding like a rat in dark cellars.
Invinsible to many who turn me down.
As embarrassed as a King without his crown.

But i possess one that you do not.
I know how to fasten my string and tye it with a knot.
I see things that are invinsible to you;
Dreams that are too good to be true.

Calling all the creeps in the world.
I fight morality balance so bold.
No eyes are too blind to see a beauty.
No man is too weak to do a duty.

I am a creep...
I am calling all the creeps...
Nobody is to peep...
Everyone think deep!

We are the creeps of the world...
Let's fight so bold...
Through our veins our songs will seep...
Stand up you creeps...
Fred McCarthy Dec 2010
It was christmas eve...
And i had nothing to believe...
My face was pale, my body was cold...
I had nobody to hold...

I was driving my way out of the town...
Thinking of my life breaking down...
When suddenly....vaguely i heard it...so fair...
The sound of the choir in a distant floating in the air...

Silent Night...

Holy Night...


I felt tears running down my face like blood...
Thinking of my fading childhood...
The smell of the cakes being baked in the oven...
When my childhood days were happily spent...

It was not the christmas tree...
Nor was the presents or the songs sung by me...

It was the loneliness deep inside...
This tear i had cried...

I pulled over and stared at the dark blue sky...
With tears still clouding up my eyes...
Deep inside i was still that little boy...
Longing for true and warm joy...
Fred McCarthy Dec 2010
I am running very fast.
I am running away from you and me.
This will be the last.
Nobody now can see through me.

I have got rid of **everything
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