I'm falling
so fast
you held out your hand
I tried
falling is so tiring
you caught me
your eyes were lit
I smiled
we clime together
the top is so far away
you held out your hand

Saved for another day

Down at the bottom of the Tylwyth Teg wood
by the felled great oak, among the hog **** and blue
bells, close your eyes, look, look, you're there now, can you see it
just under the bending branch, the sun casts it's shadow among the dead leaves, the Bwbach.
Its looking up at the song bird, sat high in the willow singing elegies of time gone by
look, look a tear runs down its cheek, as it sits there alone.
Quiet, don't move, it's pointing up, up there at the sky
Where, where to? there's nothing there
No, there's nothing there just a canvas for your imagination,
use it wisely! said the voice of the Bwbach.

I weep at the coalface, a day in the life
the smiles of our children and my dear loving wife

Dreams of happier times, the seaside the sand
the laughter the joy as we all walked hand in hand

But here I lay at the coal face a day in the life of my demise
I will miss my dear children and those innocent loving eyes

Please, don’t shed a tear for I have not died here alone
16 martyred men and boys will not make it home

Tis good company I’ll keep now, to ease my sad pain
Happier times I look forward to, when we at last meet again

Iv'e walked your path
I envy you not
The journey you're on
the world has forgot

You will walk through meadows
and fields of gold
You will still not believe
the words you'll be told

But you'll gather your thought
down at the old wishing well
Will you survive
only time will tell

You see time has a reason
it's brought you to this place
It's to remind you your a member
of a delicate human race

So
Use your time wisely

As the moment passed
one more missile dropped
on the people
waiting
A decision not made
sends them to their grave
still the people
wait
As one more missile drops
and the moment passes

So, the battle continued man against man their arms of destruction
sets their manhood free.

The women and children died as they flee!

Whole cities were raised back to the ground machines rained missiles at one press of the hand.

As democracy wavers, to one last stand!

Will there be a winner who's right who's wrong just neighbors who argued then one's lost the plot.

Do we know who fired the very first shot?

So many pieces to be picked up so many scattered around
so many lives in turmoil comforted in prayer we live in hope that peace can be found.

Or the future looks grim whether the hare or the hound!