To Sam Bradley, who was taken away from us too soon.

I could tell this day was coming
My body knew this day was near
I could tell when my life fell apart
There was a return of all I fear.
I guess everything I was
Everything I am sure I want to be
Every bridge I burnt
Was because I needed you near to me.
And look, three years on
Every day is still a case of survival
It’s a struggle I know
This feeling no-one can rival.
So I sit down and write,
I think about girls, counting the cost
Yes work’s a bit hard
But I look at what you’ve lost.
And that makes me cry
It sends shivers down my bones
They took you away from us
Somehow I’ve got to make it on my own.