The animal looks into my eyes
and says I'm about to die
I say your not mine
The partygoers made a fool of me
One too many times

I did nothing wrong but I did nothing right

I took a taxi
Out to see a woman stripped
Of her clothes
Be gentle she says
I might as well have spat in her eyes

I did nothing wrong but I did nothing right

I thought there were lessons to learn in this world
How to be street smart and savvy
How to walk over dead bodies

It's taken my manhood
Now I'm looking for someone to blame
Like a fountain of pain

Will you be there? She asks
Anytime, I reply
But I've got this war to fight
Waiting for me on the other side
And no amount of running
Is gonna make me cry

I did nothing wrong but I did nothing right

No amount of running
Is gonna make me cry

I did nothing wrong but I did nothing right

We cry for loss
We cry for joy
Because we are human

And every rebel will have his or her day

Of showing how much they love
How much they care
On a word
Yeah!

A Victory
A win
The rain that went and came again
It’s here!

We cry for loss
We cry for joy
Because we are human

And every rebel will have his or her day

Ever reaching for the surface
A heart truly wants to speak out
And every bit of bravery
Stands alone
Unforgotten

For all the years
For all the minutes and hours
For all the debt and monies owed
For all the solid dirt you’ve had to chew

We cry for loss
We cry for joy
Because we are human

And every rebel will have his or her day

I know a heaven on Earth
A little island in the sun
You can feel the plants growing
As the coloured birds fly overhead

This heaven is manned by a tiny angel
She walks on it’s wood floors on old t-shirts
Keeping up the shine
There are sets of tiny feet running
Over those floors sometimes

She says it’s so empty without me
This heaven on Earth
This little island in the sun

The night is a fortress
The million lights below
Sprawling in a frightening mystery
No man can divine

I never want it to go
Because it gives me life
How will I survive?

I’m far away now
And at my chest is handful of heaven's sand
I grip it fiercely

Everyday a grain falls
As the island moves
And the flowers hum

I know a heaven on Earth
A little island in the sun
It’s far away from everything
From everyone

Mr. Dread
In his palm
Holds my head
Like a sweet little baby

He makes the people around me
Look in the mirror
Scrutinising

Everyday it’s dread
Every minute every hour
It’s Dread

But when you’re there
With your voice like a magpies’
Cutting thru
To that sound of morning
Of newness
Of Peace

You take his place in my bed
There is no better cure for my head

Yeah baby that’s you
The one who

Makes Mr. Dread
Disappear from view

Dear Moon,

Thanks for never failing
to tickle my sense of wonder

Every man understands
That she deserves a special man

I wish I could love that beautiful girl

She's a solid thing on this earth, forever beautiful
And maybe she'd come to see how far I'd fallen, but I couldn’t do that

I remember changing once. Turning into something hungry and emotionless.

It will never happen with this girl.

She’s bright and light
Like a torch

In this town she’s an institution
And on the other side of the world
I met someone who knew her too

It’s cool to be a part of the blue
Cloudless and sunny

I've had many teachers
But one of my favourites
Or most memorable
Was Clive Wansborough

He was my Year 9 English teacher
He said you could call him Clive

We had argumentative debates
About Jimi Hendrix,
Electronic music
The Smiths and vegetarianism

We started each class with a meditation
Closing your eyes
Filling your lungs to 75% capacity
In and out
The sound of his voice
Counting you into relaxation

He said I'd written the best piece of writing
he'd read in 10 years
About my experiences in Little Athletics
Of being afraid of the finishing line
Because coming first would mean getting clotheslined

I think I had a **** in his class once
Pearse and I were mucking around in front
Uncontrollable teenage hormones
Reading ***** literature

But I felt creative in his class
I wrote about a river flowing
from your mind down your arm
And into your pen

And I think he quoted it
When he said something like
If you don't know where to begin
Or don't know what to say
Just write

That was Clive's advice