It becomes too much for them,
and they run to death in despair.
They fail to recognise,
the precious fragile gift,
all of us have been given.
The gift of life.
They see no hope of a future,
just nothing there.
Instead of turning for help,
they resort to death as an answer.
Had they reached out,
someone would have been there,
to guide them to a new tomorrow somewhere.
you’ve never been before?That everything seems familiar,that in fact, you had been there before,but you know it is the first time.You recognise the landscapesand places dotted here and there.You think maybe I have been here before,only I must have forgotand now revisiting has brought it all back,or could it be a touch of déjà vu,or…
The flowers would grow strong,like my love for you.The roses would blush at your beauty,a sunflower to fill your day with brightness.Oh, how I wish I had green fingers,with the touch to make every flower grow.There would be a cascade,of colours and perfume to fill the air,as we walked through my garden fair.
A column of noble trees,standing tall and erect.However the hallow is haunted,by ghostly lovers who died there,on one stormy night,walking arm in armunderneath a cloudy moonlight.Now when the north wind blows,and clouds drift across the moon.You can see the ghostly loversin the shadows of the hallow,where they walk for eternity,linked arm in arm.Their love has…
the old north wind blew at the doorto chill my heart for evermore.She’s gone away I know not whereturned her back on a heart that cared.She’s gone away left me alonenow this old house is no longer a homethere is no laughter here anymorethere is no warmth like before.The old north wind chills everythingand yesterday…
by the settings sun’scrimson haze.The stars begin to appearblinking brightas falls the coming night.A silence hushes everythingin this twilight hourin that time trappedbetween day and night.8 September 2009
The best way to defeat an enemyis not with bullets or bombs.The best way to defeat an enemyis to make that enemy a friend.
