Magpie flying high in the sky, the moon with the slightest shard, peace on the earth and pigs might fly, a bard am I.......I cry......
and a cry be heard yet no-one sees the pain in my heart as i bleed
no-one feels the noise in my head as my face shows no thought
so so sad that we live in a place where i am not a part of this life this place this town ....time for a future a place i know and love and a woman with me to be my whole to bear my fear to take me and show me the path i so so need ...............