Try to be good, Try to be kind, Try to educate, Feed your mind, Try to listen, Try to be aware, Try to comfort, Feed the care, Try to hear, Try to feel, Try to realise, Feed the heal, Try to be graceful, Try to give mirth, For we are all one, On planet earth.
At the back of the cupboard I skulk You don't need me any more So I sulk Discarded and alone Getting dusty Hardly used any more Smelling musty
There was a time long ago When you loved me You showed me off When you made your friend's tea You used to wash me and dry me Make me feel smug Now you've replaced me With a tea bag in a mug
But today might be My lucky day I hear your Mother's On her way I know how fussy she can be I know she'll insist On a proper *** of tea She'll turn up her nose At your common mug She'll want a nice tea *** And a china cup With some milk From a proper milk jug
A faded photograph Hangs on the wall Evoking memories Of times gone before Transporting me back To younger days Of innocence and dreams Of simpler ways
Those vintage times When life was fun With skies of blue Endless days in the sun Carefree years Of summer wine Status Quo on the record player Singing Sweet Caroline
"Every Sha la la la Every wo wo wo still shines.." Why can I still remember All the lines Of those songs played Oh, so long ago Across the waves Of my radio?
"I think I love you Isn't that what I'm afraid of?.." Lyrics never forgotten 45 rpm statements of love Radio Luxembourg playing Hidden under the covers With melodies about life Betrayal and lovers
"You're the best thing That ever happened to me..." Nothing learnt in school recalled So well as lyrics from '73 Dancing Queen was another Vinyl classic joining the mix To enter my subconscious In 1976
I glance in the mirror Expecting to see A reflection of the girl Who used to be me Someone carefree Someone bold Instead, I see an image Of a woman growing old
The years have flown For this troubled soul Who's lived a life Which has taken it's toll The eyes are tired The hair's turning grey The heart's battered with scars The wrinkles here to stay
Then I think of those songs From the days of my youth Considered classic gems Now I'm long in the tooth They're still being played Still giving pleasure Just like the old girl in the mirror They're vintage treasure
The girl with the kite Didn't have a care She'd run on the beach With the wind in her hair She'd run up hills Lie in fields of wild flowers Gazing at the ever changing sky She would dream for hours
The girl with the kite Saw faces in the sky Angels looking down on her From clouds floating by She'd hold on so tight As her kite took flight She said she'd never let go Of her beautiful kite
The girl with the kite Would make daisy chains She'd pick clover and butter cups As she walked country lanes Life was simple Or it seemed that way The sun was always shining When she went out to play
The girl with the kite Started to grow She felt under pressure To let her kite go Demands were made For her to achieve and perform Make her way in the world Please other people and conform
The girl with the kite Felt things were going wrong It was hard growing up Then a man came along He played his guitar He brought a bouquet As he sang his sweet song Her kite drifted away
The girl with the kite Heard his sweet song turn sour His true colours were shown As the man used his power, Manipulation and aggression To clip her wings To crush her spirit To pull her strings
The girl with the kite Felt she was to blame For her bad choices She hid her shame Kept her sadness a secret Tried to make things right Trapped in her world She lost her self in the fight
The girl with the kite Wanted to die She couldn't live any more She had no kite to fly She went to the Doctor Who gave her some pills They just made her numb Didn't cure her ills
The girl with the kite Slept for a decade, or more Life went on around her Each day was a chore She had to wake from the inertia She had become bereft When she woke from the dark sleep She had nothing left
The girl with the kite Had to start anew Like a Phoenix from the ashes She knew she'd pull through She's found her kite Found a beach for it to blow Up to the angels on their clouds This time, she won't let go
The girl with the kite Is now a woman, strong and proud Content to live her life alone Independent and unbowed She flies her kite sedately Life is not a race She's free to fly it when she wants to It flies at her own pace