'If u were not in my arms
Each day would be 
Everything you would never wish a day to be. 
If could not look into your eyes as every nighttime falls
Every night would feel like the endless dark of the deserted hallway
In my nightmare of losing you '

Tho years have passed since that very 1st glance
And sometimes it felt like we'd never get to dance
Our hearts somehow knew 
We had more to share
Our love is true and its hanging on in there. 
Baby here it is,
What we waited for
The love of our lives
Has opened all the doors
Here we are 
At the start of it all
It's meant to be this love we found 
And it's hanging on 
Hanging on 
Hanging in on in there'

How to grow roses
Let me be frank from the outset
I know nothing about roses
Further more, I despise gardening
But..
If we start from the premise that to pre suppose only a gardener could grow as rose 
Then by the same token
Only a musician could make music. 
A fact overthrown by a child's laugh.
And only a bath maker could run a bath then only u could put a smile on the mouth of a river.

Technology's great, and I use it everyday
But I still like to compose my prose
The old fashioned way
A piece of paper, my heart, pen and ink
Cos tho paper may burn. it'll never crash
No matter what the folk at apple might make you ........... Oh ****!

He was 15 when it broke out and he stood on the shore 
Signed up with the navy and sailed off to war
8 months went by then they found out his age
'Too young ' said the captain 'to take a sailors wage'
Dropped off in a strange land he bided his time
Till his 16th arrived and he could rejoin the line. 
With his best friend and his brother 
They stood in ua trench
Near a town called passion dale
Breathing death's dreadful stench.
Over they went into deafening hell.
Brother and friend he lost as they fell.
The last one alive as he reached German lines
The enemy guns fell silent As tears filled their eyes
'Go back tommy'
'Turn round and go home'
'This slaughter must end for shame for shame'
'There's no German bullets that will carry your name.'
Grandad turned and walked back alone
ACross no man's land across blood across bone.
I was just a boy and He hardly spoke of war to me
'it's nothing i'd like your young eyes to see'
But he cried when he told me 
about when the barrage was done 
That He heard One lonely skylark sing a 
song of hope 
as it flew over the Somme.

3 boats
3 boats, sail up OUR river. 
We ignite some gunpowder
Everyone turns up to cheer.
Lights and people spark up as one
They sail away
The event is done.
Proud we are, of floating bits of steel
Even tho one is usually a cafe
In America
, for the turners of the wheel.
So wave ur flags, and toast the rich 
Whose table you'll never share.
And believe the lie,
It's all for us
Just don't try to get in there. 
Cos we're the ones who build
The dreams the small percentage live
Our table maybe bare, but our friendship's full.
It's the brotherhood we alone can give.,
Float on float on. 
See you soon.

Like a slow motion suicide,
Suspended in alcohol
With something of the night about me
I've got the sadness of an exile. 
I wear the cloak of solitude 
Buttoned up to my chin
No one gets out of love alive 
So no one's getting in.
A carved out heart
In oak and weeping willow
And next to me, in a too large bed
Will be no other slumbering soul
A laying on the pillow.