I inhale forgiveness. And exhale all my vengeance. Like taking a word from my right ear, And throwing it out from the other It hurts to say this: Saying "Marhaba" to misfortune with warm hugs Know why I do this? I wait for serendipity To surprise me with a confetti of lilies. I'll fly with each petal... But, Why do I forget that there's always a purpose behind an accident?
Welcome to our wet and Windy wild Atlantic way And winding waters of Waterford Wexford and Wicklow and when you Face Mecca may your Memories of home warm You and may Ireland be Kind to you and may our Willing wishes wash over You and our compassion Console you and may our Proclamation protect you And may those you left Behind you, follow.
