And so the destruction of society is upon us
our leaders are lost
Blame is the only way out
and if that fails war will follow

We have a destiny to follow and our destiny
always ends in destruction
Which will make way for the opportunist to say
follow me I can make us great again

But we never were, we were just followers
following the path of our destiny
Lead by the opportunist
to our ultimate destruction

Can our children show us the light?

The traveling poet in the wilds of sleepy Wales
dined on berries, leaks and maybe some snails
He told his stories of liberation as he beat on his drum
counted his pennies of adoration, a now princely sum

This poets not just a poet he's a famed Welsh Bard
stirs up politics for the masses, when times are so hard
Rallies the people with opportunity for a country to rebel
But, who will lead us he hears the angry voices yell

In Glyndwr a hero arose, woke up a nation to fight
when the battles was over, disappeared out of site
Tis what legends are made of that rallies the poor
But think twice when the poet comes knocking your door

And still the lovers in the park
hold hands
and laugh among the daffodils who
light up their path
as the birds sing their lovers song
They catch each other’s eye
and smile, that lovers smile
walking among the great Oaks, Hazel
and Cherry blossom
teasing the senses  
of every lover’s breath
a gift from Mother Earth
And still the lovers in the park
hold hands

Started tidying up the plant pots
and made a friend of  a robin
Who danced down the decking a bob bob bobbin

The worms heard him coming
and hurried out of site
All exect the biggest one who quickly died of fright

With all the commotion on the ground, only seen from above
we had a few more visitors, a sparrows and a dove
Quickly joined by collard one, yes, they fell in love

The mood got a little darker
as the carrion crows flew in
Sat in rows upon the fence eyeing up the bin

They scattered as the cat arrived, he jumped upon my knee
looked at me all smiley faced
And said is it time for tea?

With a paycheck in his hand
he became generous
beyond his means

We met by chance
the same woman I once new
once loved
Great memories flooded back
then
Marriage crushed us
the scars never healed
We passed by and smiled

It was sunrise on that date
etched on my gravestone

If only I knew

What a day yesterday
might have been