I think God was robbed,
Just when he’d almost finished the job.
It’s a shame,
Someone definitely stole some of the parts of his game.
There’s some honour missing,
And loyalty too,
I’ve got all mine but some’s missing in you,
And there’s sympathy - i know I’m a bit short,
I don’t like to admit it but I have to report,
Oh and trust,
There’s a whack of that missing,
I can tell by the way that people are kissing,
But the biggest by far is that faith’s definitely gone,
People seem lost like they know somethings wrong,
Poor God,
So close to finishing his work,
I thought he’d be angry but he turned with a smirk,
Guess what he said when I asked what he’ll do,
He said -
“ Nothings been taken, it’s just how I made you”

A flower giving the sweet gift of life,
The current that forces the wave,
Your guise may be that of a wife,
But your soul is enlightened and brave,
You fill in the parts that I miss,
Yet let me believe it was me,
If to you my eyes I could give,
Then you’d see yourself just as I see.

A Soldier That’s Lost.

Green was the colour of all of my suits,
Razor starched creases and bulled mirror boots,
Focused and steadfast,
Her majesty’s best,
Ribbons and medals proud on my chest.
15 years and 7 tours to my name,
A considerable asset I truly became,
But since I discharged its been a bit rough,
I don’t like to admit it but I’m finding it tough,
I struggle at times to know what to do,
No ones around and so much is new,
I was the cocky one the life and the soul,
Now I feel life’s spiralling out of control.
My wife doesn’t know me - my kids can’t relate,
I’ve no one around me that I call a mate.
I’ve nowhere to go but a job that’s demeaning,
I used to fight for my country,
I used to have meaning,
Now I get angry and can’t get a focus,
I could disappear now and no one would notice,
It’s not what I envisaged it’s not what I thought,
It’s certainly nothing like what I was taught,
I’m not a civilian,
I’m a soldier that’s lost,
From Her Majesty’s Army it feels like I’ve been tossed.

You don’t see me like I see myself,
It doesn’t matter what you say,
Your opinions are like echoes on deaf ears,
There’s no talking me around with words no matter how profound,
They do nothing for my panic or my fears.
I’m disgusted at my mirrored self,
I make my stomach churn,
How could anybody love this ugly form,
Why do I have to be like this,
Imprisoned in myself,
It would be easier if I never had been born.

Salty tears,
Marooned with my fear all alone,
Desperately torn,
Angry and bitter I mourn,
Not that he’s gone,
But the time that I’ve lost I’m so cross,
25 years,
How is it I’m the one sat here in tears,
Salty tears,
I don’t even know who I am anymore,
At the door - he turned and he said there was nothing to say,
An ordinary day,
So much for nothing,
Why did I stay,
Salty tears,
A familiar taste after all of these years.

It’s not the pain I’m feeling that I need you all to see,
But the fire underneath that’s burning through,
I don’t need you to relate to me,
Or understand my pain,
As long as your intentions remain true.
My demons are a part of me,
The backbone of my soul,
They’re who I am and who I’ll always be,
They guard the darkness in my mind ,
A balance for what’s real,
Don’t ever make me set my demons free.