(Song title from “Aspects of Love” by Lloyd Webber, Black and Hart)

I’ve been on a journey of a lifetime with her,
She held my hand and I gripped hers,
My lips caressed her neck as with daylight she began to stir.

I’ve been on a journey of a lifetime with her,
She touched my *** and I loved hers,
I never now want to return to the way that things once were.

My life is a book that you may want to read,
You'll see my soul,
You'll see my heart,
You'll see the love that integrity breeds.

My life is a painting you may want to touch,
You'll feel my root,
You'll feel my core,
You'll feel the sin that disguises far too much.

My life is a song that you may want to hear,
You'll hear my pain,
You'll hear my love,
You'll hear the trembling of my skin as it shakes in fear.

They say when you die you live on,
But the feeling of emptiness and sadness,
Has been powerful since you’ve been gone,
But somewhere in the depth of my heart,
I will keep you living an eternal life,
Knowing that until my hereafter; we’ll never part.

Paint me a picture of the inside of my soul,
Using only gray and black,
Ceaseless darkness and dreary coals.

Paint me a picture of a soldier in the rain,
Cover him in gentle tones,
To hide the man that dwells in pain.

Paint me a picture of a castle standing proud,
Its ruined structure still bold,
More dignity than I'm allowed.

A cycle of emotions that I don’t comprehend,
One feeling has passed and another descends,
From anger to sadness to fear and frustration,
To loneliness and madness, grief and devastation,
You lose a friend, a lover, a child, a relation,
The feelings of mourning create horrid sensations,
I’m chilled to the bone by my feelings of hurt,
I kneel and pray with my hands buried in dirt,
I try to drag you from the ground back to my side,
The soil is sludge from every blue tear I’ve cried,
As I cope with missing you someone else will depart,
I hope I’m prepared in my heart; prepared for the cycle to start.

I found a haven,
Made for honest heathens,
Whose desperate search for answers,
Are understood as riddles and dancers,
That once the clock of life has stopped is ticking,
Graceful through the gates I go not screaming and kicking,
I know the haven is heaven,
The number on the door is my lucky number seven.

Hold me down,
Tie me up,
Make me smile,
Lick my neck,
Touch my chest,
**** my tongue,
Blow my mind,
Feel the warmth,
Stroke the heart,
Kiss it soft,
Rub her spot,
Make it wet,
Spread them wide,
Let me in.

(Song title from The Beatles’ catalogue, by Lennon/McCartney)

Tomorrow never knows the sun,
For tomorrow never arrives,
Like watching the smoking gun,
When you are the one who’s died.

Tomorrow never knows the breeze,
For tomorrow never appears,
Like climbing the tallest trees,
When you’re older than your years.

Good Friday man,
Places his basket of eggs on the ground,
He helps another soul carry his cross,
Not worried if he'll misplace or earn loss,
Just a struggling man,
In need of a hand,
He watches the condemned raised,
Before slowly drifting to peace,
He returns to his basket,
His heart sunken deep,
His eggs are now painted,
In beautiful colours steeped,
The seeds of his good deed reaped.

(Song title from The Beatles’ catalogue, by Lennon/McCartney)

In isolation,
In the corner on my own,
Where night is over and day is gone,
I feel fine,
I feel fine because I know…
…that if I can dream…
….nothing will seem…
….as bad as the visions that I stare upon,
Where night is over and day is gone.

Bombs can fall,
Skies can tumble,
Earth can shatter,
Mountains tumble,
I won't care as long as you are here,
Here this year,
This fresh, crisp New Year,
Be here this year,
With me my dear,
Stay near,
Never fear,
My path you'll steer,
Unafraid in the headlights like a deer,
Never shed a tear,
Throughout this year,
Be with me,
Near with me,
My dear with me,
This New Year with me.

On a dark Christmas night,
In a house with a fire,
A little girl sleeps in her bed,
And wonders what might transpire,
In the distance she hears,
The sound of the bells coming near,
She stirs and turns for the window,
To make it easier to hear,
“It’s Father Christmas” she shouts, “He’s on his way”
“I can see him approach on his magnificent sleigh.”

A sense of peaceful abandonment,
An emptiness,
A hollow shell full of isolation,
A place of refusal,
Refusing closest consolation,
A moment in life of loneliness.

A time for that painful reflection,
For recalling,
A crowded mind with nothing to think of,
A place to see your face,
See your face whatever I dream of,
A flash of time in life; loneliness.

He has changed me,
Made the smile genuine,
True,
No longer blue,
Chased the grey away,
Left a lighter, brighter hue.

My heart is aflame,
It beats out your name,
In the dark I hear it calling,
I ask you to love me,
And you take my hand in yours,
And draw me to the doors,
You lead me to your palace and make love to me at night,
We travel through the planets, exploring unique sights.

Delicate,
Wings like patterned paper,
Reds, oranges and gold,
Yellows and greens in shades so bold,
Flicker like a fine flame,
Softly land upon my hand,
I want to feel you breathe,
Hear your thoughts of freedom,
Flutter by dear butterfly,
Flutter by.

My heart is my prison,
I follow its course,
I let it lead,
I let it bring me to a ******,
I let it teach me how to bleed,
My heart is my prison,
My prison holds me still.

(Song title from “The Sound Of Music” by Rodgers and Hammerstein)

They have called me cruel and evil,
And their words drove daggers to my spine,
I feel the pain as my blood is shed,
Dare to do something good this time.

Walking down the one way street,
Heading for home,
Crushing autumn leaves under my feet,
The coldness biting my bones,
Takes a while,
Missing smile,
Slow,
Slow,
Slow.

Once I've been told,
My feelings will not enhance your world,
Should I move on?
Should I continue my course?
Should I freeze here?
Should I stay by your side?

Will our friendship suffer?
Will our happiness be compromised?
Will I lose your love?
More love than I already lost, I lost it!
I mislaid the passion,
Or were you just unwilling to give it?

Although all that remains is dust,
I feel your spirit rise above,
Though time has past and your plaque now rusts,
I feel your spirit rise above,
Now the funeral smoke has cleared,
I feel your spirit rising high,
Time now diminishes all I feared,
I feel your spirit rising high.

Sorrow,
Still tomorrow,
Unless I die,
Must get high,
Take a trip,
Pills I'm slipped.

Sorrow,
Something to borrow,
To make me smile,
For a brief while,
Feel like trash,
They paid ME cash.

Sorrow,
Sorrow,
Please take tomorrow.

What came first?
The chicken or the egg?
For a chicken surely requires an egg to be,
But without a chicken an egg can't be laid,
What a predicament!
Hard to understand,
That a chicken could walk this land,
Without an egg, yet it stands.

What came first?
Reason or logic?
For there to be a reason we need logic behind it,
But without reason we cannot logically think,
What a situation!
Hard to believe,
That reason could be conceived,
Without logic to retrieve.

Surrounded by reasons I should stay,
I try to follow you,
I still burn for you,
Would turn for you,
Would break, bend and banish for you,
But steel bars hold me captive,
And no matter how much I cry,
How many times I crack and snap,
The rods of bitter steel stand up,
Proud against my raging.

(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Armand & S. Brown)

One day in your life you’ll understand,
You’ll know why I railed, rowed and raged,
You’ll see that my temper got out of hand.

One day in your life you’ll take me back,
You’ll open the door that was slammed,
You’ll begin to miss the love that you lack.

How much longer must I continue to live this lie?
The dishonest reasons of the passions in my life.
How much longer must I continue to tread this path?
The deceit of all those who will never know the half.

I can’t conceal myself,
I can’t deny my heart,
To dent the solid prism,
Is to tear my world apart.

How much longer must I continue to live this way?
The damaging letters from the men who make my days.
How much longer must I continue to walk this line?
The secret of my being I’ve hidden all this time.

I sat on my piano stool,
Strumming my guitar,
I've composed hundreds of songs,
But none that took me far.

Notes just beyond my reach,
Still poured from my heart,
Upon the manuscript paper,
My words tearing me apart.

When i sing myself to sleep,
After draining my coffee cup,
I dream of sinking down to hell,
And never looking up.

You took me aside at the theatre,
We're meant to be rehearsing a play,
But then deep into my eyes you stared,
And my heart melted as i heard you say,
'I now find myself single and my heart is beating for you,
I feel like I'm falling in love - tell me, do you feel it too?'

My heart stopped and my breath was stolen,
I looked into your beautiful eyes,
Reached down and clasped your hand so tightly,
And then slowly i gave you my replies,
'I have wanted to hear you saying those words for far too long,
I feel like i'm falling in love - and this love is burning strong.'

It happened so fast,
A secret revealed,
A heart is shattered,
A world is changed,
A life is altered,
Loose ends and angered ropes,
The death of a thief,
Who stole to save his soul,
And all in a week.

Celebrate,
Celebrate,
Celebrate the good times,
The birthdays,
Christmas Time,
New Year and Easter,
Under the tree with your chocolate eggs,
Wrapped in birthday paper,
As we watch the clock strike midnight,
The calender changes,
Celebrate,
Celebrate,
The good times,
The good times,
The good times.

Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice,
Watch as he comes back to free us,
Freedom,
Liberation,
Strong,
Song,
Easter Time,
To him be glory and power forever and ever,
Amen!

How do you explain a death to the innocence of youth?
“An angel came from heaven,
And took him to a happier place.”

How do you explain a death to the innocence of youth?
“God took him from his pain,
He didn’t want him to suffer anymore.”

How do you explain a death to the innocence of youth?
“Freedom was always his aim,
Let him go now.”

How do you explain a death to the innocence of youth?
“He’s not far away you just can’t see him,
He’s waiting for us in the next room.”

How do you explain a death to the innocence of youth?
I say tell them with your heart,
Be honest, kind and stand by the truth.

I overcome,
I undergo,
I suffer the pain,
That no one should know,
I struggle,
I glide,
I always believe,
And I need to hide,
I welcome,
I fear,
An altering circus of emotions,
And all in a year.

Counted my blessings and counted my days,
Looked to the stars shrouded in purple haze,
Ran the mile long walk so i'd win the race,
But desolation on every corner struck my face,
Such is the season of my breaking heart,
But you deny you're taking part,
In the sin of killing my soul,
And i find myself shaded by the cover of the hole,
I dug in deep and found myself some strength,
But you were right there hurting me at length,
Love can be an evil and twisted game,
And since you left me here alone - it's not been the same.

She kissed my hand,
And lay her lips against mine,
My spine shivered,
And her eyes sang divine,
She drove me to happiness,
A floating feeling of glee,
A devastating passion,
A newfound joy from within the heart of me.

I like to take risks,
Live on the edge of life,
I throw myself into tricks,
Danger fire, danger knife.

Don’t take me yet,
It can’t be time,
Don’t take me yet,
It can’t be time,
Don’t take me yet.

Walk on the wild side,
Plunge into life’s deep end,
Unfastened; ready to ride,
Danger curve, danger bend.

Don’t take me yet,
It can’t be time,
Don’t take me yet,
It can’t be time,
Don’t take me yet…

…Don’t take me yet.

Failing the test of love,
Sunken into the still waters of fear,
And in a prism of doubt,
I live out my fantasy,
Of stolen dreams and nightmares,
That are found inside my soul.

When I go, don’t leave me staring,
I couldn’t bear to watch you cry,
Or see the damp patch on the ceiling,
In the moments after I die,
So close my eyes and give instant rest,
To a man who struggled through each day,
Allow me freedom from this life, grant this one request,
Close my eyes once I’ve gone and let me fly away.

Show mercy,
Help us heal the pain,
Take us to a paradise,
Lead us from the rain,
Have mercy.

I have a clue,
The ****** was done,
And I know it was you who,
Committed the crime with a gun,
And in this flow; what say you?

"It's elementary dear Watson - dear Watson it's elementary."

Some things are worth fighting for,
Others we can forget,
Some things are worth dying for,
Others we can regret,
You're worth the fight,
You're worth the fall,
I'll never regret and I'll never forget,
A single moment spent with you.

It feels as though someone has a stopwatch,
One for every person on earth,
Waiting, trigger-happy, to kick you in the crotch,
Show you just what you’re worth,
This Father Time has control over when we come and go,
He can choose the moment and the how,
And allows us to proceed with knowledge we don’t know,
Just make it quick and end the pain somehow.

Have you seen the rabbits?
Look at them on the fields,
They are searching with the children,
Where are the eggs?
Where is the meaning?
Where's the Easter Bunny?
I see his trail,
I felt his tail,
And I know that Easter is here,
It's time,
It's time.

Strike the band,
And come on down,
Friends,
Family,
Loved ones turning up,
Loved ones coming 'round,
Hearing all the laughter,
Loving that delicate sound.

Broken heaven,
Stolen soul,
My heart was torn and tattered,
My life was burnt and buried,
All because you ran away,
All because you made me pay,
Broken heaven,
Stolen soul.