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I woke up in the morning and I said to myself
Today it’s gonna be today
So, I looked in the mirror with a sparkling smile
And I said to myself
Today it’s gonna be today
Clicked my heels as I ran out of the door
And I said to myself
Today it’s gonna be today

So, I pushed the door open
and the smile on her face said
Today it’s gonna be today
A deep breath taken
and I blurted out the words
the whole shop shouted
Today he’s gone and done it today

So, if you have something
You should have said
I think you know
Today it’s gonna be today
#just say it
A field full of poppies
buried deep beneath
for freedom
after death comes grief
a longing for peace
our great belief
And when I awoke
I felt your presence and smiled
I turned to you as your eyes opened
and will never forget that feeling
of love, longing, happiness
for as long as I live
I bought you flowers to express my love
You smiled, I wondered was that enough
Then silver I bought you and I know not why
I noticed the sad glint in your eye
Gold and diamonds were my next choice
You gasped with delight yet still no voice
Then I bought you nothing but expressed my love
You said that's all I wanted off you, my love
When the music takes you to new heights
you'll hover over mountains to marvel at the sight
Then a cord change takes you through fields of corn
watch the sunrise and dream of the new dawn
The strings lift you higher than ever before
as you find yourself peering at heavens door
Till the cello grounds you with its deep low base
as you fly off to the depths of space
Then as your eye slowly open and your senses come to land
you find you are guiding the music with the wave of your hand
The storm clouds grow over that Glaswegian city
and the rain keeps falling
streams turn to rivers
and rivers turn to destruction
crushing the barriers that corral them
turning homes in to floating battering rams
as they snake there way to the Atlantic  Ocean

All is not lost.
Our mentors are meeting in Bonnie Scotland on the Clyde
How apt.
The nights a lonely place when the demons are in you head
You mull around for hours picking holes in what was said
Your eyes are wide open your head is in a spin
You growl at the curtains for letting a ***** of light in

Then you gather up your thoughts and very deeply breath
You head slowly clears as the demons start to leave
You concentrate in breathing deeply through your nose
Then just when you're not expecting it your eyes start to close

Nos Da
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