Saddled, unsaddled
Wild and free
We love to run
My horses and me

Up the hills
Across the town
Sometimes lazily
In my dressing gown

They belong to me
My equine friends
Much more fun
Then a house of hens

I admire their colours
And their nasal sounds
As we ride together
Around the grounds

Well hello there dead Mr Johnson
Only recently deceased
Standing by the foot of my bed
Where the quilt cover is slightly creased
Firstly can I just get this out there
Are you real or a made up creep
Is the supernatural really alive
Or is my brain just taking a leap
Was there something you wanted
Did you not like how you died
Well one thing I really can tell you
Is that your hair piece washed up in the tide
Sad that you chose to go that way
So cheaply and utter careless
I bet the family got a bit of a shock
When they found your head completely hairless
I’ll tell you this while you slowly fade away
Your death was met with much sorrow
It’s amazing how quickly the reaper takes us
Or in your case hair today and quickly gone tomorrow

Bricks in my head
Magazines in my bed
Food on the floor
Mice at the door
Eviction letter
Neighbours feel better
Out of work blues
Doesn’t make news
Job seekers money
Isn’t very funny
Alcohol for relief
Lost my belief
Reality tv
*** noodle for tea
Doctors appointment
Families disappointment
Circles getting vicious
Nicotine is delicious
Close to breaking
All my own making
Finally had enough
Soon be sleeping rough
Sneak away as the taxi waits
Creep on a boat heading to the states

Throw the scraps out
So the rats can have a feast
Of fried chicken and cooked ham
A sausage roll from an infants pram
Left for dead on a flattened kerb
A turkey sandwich with a sprinkled herb
Hungry old foxes will eat

Throw the scraps out
For cats to smell
Donner meat and spindly chips
Jaffa orange all peel and pips
*** noodles and microwave meals
Caviar under BMW wheels
For birds to dine on

Throw the scraps out
Feed the mice
Corn on the cob with butter on top
Honey combs from a bees stop
Bird seed under a scarecrows smile
Cabbage and swede from the vegetable pile
For weasels to run away with

From the day we’re born we’re in the club
Consuming yet eerily beautiful
A club that commands no fee
Where its expected for us to be dutiful
We appear the same in little ways
Yet are different in our own minds
A connection so strong and solid
With no escape one often finds
Cause this is the club called family
Of parents, sisters and brotherhood
All herded up like cows in a field
Bonded by DNA, bone and blood
Occasionally theres breaks in the chains
Where speaking becomes a chore
And while we avoid and keep our distance
Our love just burns forever more
No one really forgets each other
The heart just decides it’s hiding away
Until that moment along the road
Where it’s ready to come back and stay
This is because we’re family
Created from the same mould
Push and hurt anyone of us
And our fight will be big and bold
We all know where our bread is buttered
It’s the lessons we’ve learned together
From our first cuddle to our first row
We will always look after one another

Pebbles in salt
The salt of the sea
A beautiful moment
For my dog and me

Waves come a calling
Spraying me with the tide
An idyllic picture book setting
As the dog wags at my side

The roar of the ocean
Vibrates the drum of my ear
A fine sight to behold
My Labrador bolts away in fear

Boats litter the blue horizon
From all four corners of the world
And the dog races away
Chasing the stick I just hurled

I love watching the seagulls
Flying over my head
The dog sniffs at a dormant jellyfish
Lying transparent on the sea bed

Casually walking over the dunes
Through brambles and golden sands
I lovingly stroke my dogs yellow fur
With the palms of my warm hands

All is quiet as my brood all sleep
Crazy days and insane ways
The memories are mine to keep

On golden sands we merrily play
With cricket bat and bluish ball
My role of fatherhood guides my way

I watch them closely with love
Protective and loving
As the sun shines up above

We eat fish and chips close to the sea
An immense sense of pride stirs
Observing the resemblances of me

Knowing I need to steer them along
Through their up and downs
In our arms they will always belong

Into the torn trilby upright stands a feather
Hiding hair enthused with dirt and a touch of woodland heather
Blood shot eyes look tired and heavily sunken
From the bottled spirits that the mouth has frequently drunken
A Scarf hangs down which was once so beautifully green
Hard to envisage it when it was vibrant, pristine and so clean
Rivers of blood dribble down a grey woolly chin
From tins and cans creeping out of an overflowing bin
Hidden clothes under mould spots and wretched smells
A heart that’s barely alive miraculously somehow still dwells
On cardboard is scribbled a beg for food and change
Well worded and well meant but with a hint of subtle derange
Humanity shuffles past like ghosts lost in time
Rejecting and ignoring his pleas for help, attention and social climb
Stuck in a painful slumber and thinking what could have been
A ***** is now a figurine derived from a portrait made from the obscene

Who’d be a father or a mother today
In this world of encapsulating madness
Trying to wrestle your mind away
From the enigma
That is sons and daughters

Workplace is catty
Smelly and ratty
Shop floor a bore
Fun is no more
Park is full of the unwell
And the rats bad as well
Tv is laced with dull
Desperate people trying to pull
Transport is long and sleepy
Life is tiresome and weepy
Pubs are a dying breed
Councils dissect with their greed
Music is all shout and chains
Droning with aches and pains
Dates are internet and vile
Mug shots all edit and fake smile
Streets are unfriendly through fear
Self loathing and violence for the year
Traditions and morals up the spout
Thoughts on paper when nothing comes out
Friends stay close and tight knit
Lose them and then that’s it
Burn out and join the line
To our nations drastic decline

I see their innocence slipping
As they walk merrily over to school
And it upsets me how their growing
But I know that’s the golden rule
It was only yesterday that I could hold them
And swing them in my arms
Now if I try to lift them
My body sounds a hundred alarms
They believe their American or rappers
And they do nothing more than fight
I remember when they’d both lie together
Lost in each others sight
God only knows what the future holds
Will they still respect me when I’m over the hill
Or will they put me a sweet smelling home
Sat in a chair all perfectly still.

Like ghosts in the night
Sailing through the wind
Roaming and moaning
About the times when we sinned
Never quite at peace
Searching for the shore
Desperate to leave the water
To sleep for ever more
Why do we never find sanctuary
Our souls waiting to maroon
We crossed into dangerous waters
Hastily and much to soon
Let’s sing our song together
Holding hands in the dimming light
A sweet smile we give to each other
As we tip toe along in the night
A kiss from now and the past
Blessed but never forgotten
I remember how things once were
Before the troubled became the rotten

I woke on the Sunday
To the glorious sound of music
Whistling round my room
And into the very piping of my soul
Cause my father was a dreamer
A listener of all and everything
That was the warmest I felt then
When the sounds splashed against my face
Of course he was completely oblivious
To the lifting it created in my shell
As I snuggled in my quilt
Enjoying the bond it was creating between us

As the neon casts it shadow over us
Away from the dark twinkling streets
We ascend the stairs to Eden
To see what secrets and treasures it holds
A strange kind of aura hangs in the air
And the clientele seem alien and pure
Drinks are served in obscure shaped vessels
As my eyes adjust to fluorescent beams
Nicotine a thing now forgotten
But perfume and aftershave still alive and well
The aroma of youth surrounds my being
As I saunter into the throngs of hell
This is not the place of dreams
Nor is it the place of the well
This is the place that remains so hidden
Under the catacombs of city walls
Fighting to get out of this bedlam
Desperately trying to escape into the dark
A sense of ones own paranoia
Looms ever larger over me
I am not in a place of danger
And the crowd do not wish my demise
The truth lies in my swirling cranium
Sometimes we need to learn
When things don’t feel right
I leave this place into the lamplight
Goodnight and sorry for being a burden
My how I realise my predicament
I am fragile and need wisdom

The man in pale light
Transparent like a hologram
He stood

I blinked

Once

A thousand times

Of seeing the impossible and clear misunderstood

Why are you showing yourselves to me
Is it just cause you think you can
What message are you trying to relay to me
And why

Do I remind of a soul from your day

Do I look

Like a person

You once knew

Is limbo so cold and scary
Do feel you need to speak
Are you sins embedded so acutely
That you exist
A supernatural freak

Where have you gone
Who’s stole you fire
I’m not scared or falling to the floor

I just feel a sense of curiosity

As I turn

And head back home

In the gutters stir the rats
Black as the night and fat as cats
Running through gardens
With no beg your pardons

Feeding on the debris folk leave behind
Like half eaten chicken legs and bacon rind
Vermin that camouflage in with the night
Aimless minds with no plan in sight

Through tunnels all dark and over flowing
With excrement that’s shows no signs of slowing
Long noses and curling whip like tails
Who is it who puts the wind in your sails

Misunderstood? A nasty creation
Is it true your the devils relation
In the shadows the rats like to roam
Through the grime and filth they believe to be home

Denials, lies, witch hunts and files
Hidings their faces
Aiding their cause
Laughing at justice
Laughing at right
The innocent are never innocent
In the cold moons light

Hello love bird
Where have been hiding lately
I missed you down at the bar
Shining so brightly

Hello love bird
Why did you leave so soon
I wanted to talk like we used to
When the world used to stop

Hello love bird
Do you remember me now
I would love us to get together
One day soon

I woke up this morning to a very different day
The sun up in the sky had left and gone away
Birds were no longer singing outside in the trees
I suddenly felt tearful as I dropped to my knees

Gone was my yawn and waking morning sigh
A smile seemed non existent so I didn’t even try
I never saw it coming and couldn’t even prepare
For the change in my head what was lying there.
.
Shivers ran up and down like the winter frost
As I swam frantically in the ocean of the lost
It made me sad and devoid of all my feeling
So I looked up and just studied the celling.

The cosy mattress now became my new home
My stagnant imprint embedded into its foam
It ****** me down into its spongy bowels
I folded myself over like warm woolly towels.

I needed to rise and slap on my happy face
So I could wade deceivingly at a nice calm pace
I worried about the state of my humanity
Scared of bordering on the edges of insanity.

I debated whether to over eat or get blind drunk
Whether to sleep or smoke some bad skunk
But I slowly curled up into a ball as feared
On the day my mind disappeared.

So pure yet immature
Wrong time when premature
Struggling for oxygen that isn’t there
For the eye it’s an emotional affair
Falls down stumbles round
Lifts up and hits the ground
Wheezes little breezes
Conjures up little sneezes
Throws out a lame gentle moan
Which evolves ever slowly into a groan
Nestled in bed made of print
Underneath the brambles and the flint
Cold wraps around this precious soul
Missing warmth like fires burnt with coal
Hands raise up the abandoned vessel
Into a thick blanket the orphan can know nestle

Page completely empty
Waste bin completely full
Nothing is coming through
No magic can I pull
Standing and walking around
Sipping lemon tea
Why can’t I put down a line
Why is this happening to me
Talk to me oh brain
Give just one solitary thought
Just a little bit of a tale
Instead of endless nought
I think I need to escape the house
Somewhere I can take stock
I’ll take a stroll to the local pub
And try and cure my writers block

Wrapped up in winter
They all found her dead
Death came so peacefully
As it crept through her bed
Face as white as ivory
Her eyes as wide as chasms
Thankfully no more pain
And those dreaded morning spasms
A life that created many
The legacy left behind
Courtesy of this wonderful woman
Forever warm and kind

There they go, blue masks, heavy boots
Spraying their guns in sparking suits
There they go, under the sun, as she creeps
Working alone as Italy sleeps
There they go, the front line, the protectors
Spraying away, the virus rejectors
There they go, quietly waking, in isolation
Slowly but surely saving their nation
There they go, up and down, street to street
No one to smile to and no one to greet
There they go, the workers, the foot men
When they’ve cleansed what happens then
There they go, the exterminators, the real fight
Hoping to make it happy and to make it right
There they go, calmly killing gestation
Hopefully lifting this strong Italian nation

I’ve seen this before
A long long time ago
But I’ll watch it anyway
Cause I like it
Word for word
Scene for scene
And that bit where that happens
Brilliant

I’ve not seen this one
But everyone else has
So I’m pleased I’m watching it
Cause I missed it
First time round
Whilst at work
When all the world discussed it
Frustrating

I’ve forgot about this one
It just escaped my mind
Which isn’t like me
I usually remember everything
Especially funny episodes
Which make me laugh
And pull me in
Thankful

I didn’t like this one
It was pretty crap
Even for me
And I’m quite tolerant
But I’ll watch it again
Cause it seems better now
And I’m enjoying it more
Re-runs

I have sisters
Different in every way
With different views and different faces
Which change from day to day

I have sisters
Much loved equally the same
And they argue like cat and dog
And they never take the blame

I have sisters
With ambitions completely apart
I’m so proud of everyone of them
They’re like anchors in my heart

I have sisters
Who I speak to on the phone
Some a bit more than others
But none of them are left alone

I have sisters
Who are always in my mind
Worrying about how they are
I’ll never leave them behind

Lined up together
With whitish glow
Back to front
To and fro
Blocks of wood
Patch of grass
Little rooms
And windows of glass
Sun goes in
Night stays out
As a night man checks
Who’s lurking about
Couples love nest
Families retreat
Takeaway food
For all to eat
Sleep till late
Cause they can
Or rise up early
In the caravan

My dog is lovely
I love my dog
Until it did a mess
On top of my bog
It didn’t say sorry
Which made me mad
So I did something
I know was bad
I took its *****
Not literally mind
And threw them out
Which wasn’t kind
That day I felt guilty
From my head to my feet
Maybe he didn’t mean to
Do a mess on my seat
So I went to the pet shop
And bought my dog a bone
Afterwards I shown him photos
On my iPhone
We were friends for a short time
Then he became a pest
But the final straw came last night
When he did a mess all over my chest

Walls of crumble
Posters of exhibition
Drum beats, cymbals and electrics
Flow through the annex
Piano keys are dancing
Songs bounce on the air
And vending machines release
In the old gothic corridor
Bags, books and pens
Projectors, desks and improvisation
Movement and stretching
In the mirrors of a dance studio
Cafe, pool table and laughter
Cigarette smoke up my nostril
Small television up on a shelf flashing
As Motörhead seeps from the jukebox
Rehearsals for a play
Nerves slowly stand to attention
Then the applause from the crowd
Before the scaffold and lights come down
Off to the pub for beer
The gang of goths terrify on the street
Being kissed quite unexpectedly
When naive and unworldly
Now home slumped on the sofa
Head spinning like a top
Up at a ludicrously late time of day
Back to college for more

In the stillness of night
The beams of the moonlight
Scorch the marble floor
Amidst the creaking of a door
As this old house breathes again

Curtains blow up high
Causing dust to live and fly
Like pores from human skin
Then a can made of tin
Rolls through the medium of the wind

Cats meow in the air
A chorus of I don’t care
Crooked floorboards talk so loud
The moon hides behind a cloud
Plunging the house into total darkness

Then slowly the clock turns back
To when silence leads the attack
Again the darkness fights the light
In a battle with the night
For control of this dormant house

Champagne never tasted the same
As we watched the sunset wane
It circled and lit up the sea
Exposing just my lovely and me

Trawlers bobbed on the water
As I joked about how I’d caught her
All beautiful and full of light
On a cold December night

Then we both lay down in the sand
Smiling as she squeezed my hand
I told her she was the one for me
And she replied with you I feel free

A cool wind encompassed our skin
Sending shivers deep from within
Never had I felt so soothed
As she kissed me and the earth moved

The sea played its song into our ears
Making us forget all anxieties and fears
Laughing cause the beach was our own
Cherishing the fact we were alone

Kisses on my face
All sloppy and wet
A dream of a man on the brink of waking
They are the best ones yet

A smile of a face
Full of beauty and fun
As the light comes through a tiny window
Made by the eternal sun

In a world of questions and chaos
I believe she was made for me
Through the pains and trials of social ills
Her radiance is a joy to see

Tough as old boots but made of heart
A reassurance wrapped in leather
I cross my fingers and long to believe
That we will always be together

One night the room span
And I just couldn’t concentrate
My heart raced to a hundred beats
As I started to slowly lose weight

I lost the love for drinking
And smoked far to much
My thinking became unclear
And I spoke double Dutch

I didn’t want to go out
The world became a scary place
My energy became zero
And my head went into space

I thought of a thousand illnesses
Did I have one of those
Hoping blood tests would find them
I became withdrawn and quite morose

Crying became a problem
When I spoke about it all
Showers were non existent
I felt alone and very small

Sleeping was a nightmare
Wondering if I could
The days just seemed to be different
When they never really should

Forgetting my beans in Aldi
Scared me half to dead
I lost focus on my favourite programmes
And wondered why the interest left

I lost focus off things I loved
And I developed a lost stare
When I drove my kids to school
I just floated along on air

I think they call that brain fog
But fog usually clears
This fog was going nowhere
I even lost the tears

Fleeting moments of sadness
Shivering happened a lot
Struggling to have conversations
A nod is the most they got

Medication was given to me
Which made me into a snail
Mentally drained and feeling weak
It became my usual tale

At the moment I’m in limbo
Waiting for CBT
I’ve had all that before
And hopefully it’ll help me

I’m writing this poem for focus
Cause I need to connect again
But at the moment its just not happening
I’m wandering aimlessly through the rain

If anyone has this problem
Please give me a shout
The more talking you can give me
The more it’ll help me out

Isn’t it random
The bike called a tandem

The city
Where a young girl dons a white painted face
Gothic and scary
Black boots and lace

The city
Where tramps drink in doorways
Cider and whiskey
Spreading it four ways

The city
Where black cabs wait in queues
And the drivers laugh and joke
While debating the news

The city
Where the Chinese have their town
Beautifully eastern archway
Leads to restaurants where people sit down

The city
Where the town hall looks imperious
As the suited and important workers
Mill around looking serious

The city
Where boys meet different boys
The girls meet different girls
All beautiful and full of noise

The city
Where the pubs are big and bold
Wine bars are full of lawyers
And casinos offer you gold

The city
A place I love to go to
It’s affluent while still historic
The place where everyone knows you

The woman saunters by the stream
Then kneels and strokes the water so blue
A million stars shine up above
She does a gentle sneeze - atchoo
Humming a song she knows from youth
As her ears become one with the breeze
Earths chorus lights up the night
And bounces through the trees
A woman alone is not a good thing
In this place of wicked ills
But the cross she wears around her neck
Serves as a protector against evil wills
Her wrinkling face seems effervescent
And sadness exudes from her face
Blood sees her exit the mortal coil
As the mans shadow takes her place

I knew a man who had no ears
He’d often have me in fits of tears
When walking round in his clothes
Like a model he’d pull a pose

I knew a man who had no arms
In his mouth were lucky charms
One for me and one for him
The chance of two was very slim

I knew a man who had no feet
Who would ride around in a seat
Telling the world to move away
Revealing a trumpet he would play

I knew a man with half a head
I’d often find him in my bed
He made my life bright and sunny
My unique brother was devilishly funny

Summers here
Everyone cheer
Water fights
Warmer nights
Fans spinning
Children grinning
All in the midst of summer

Parks heaving
Plants breathing
Bins stinking
Beer drinking
Skys clear
Funs here
All in the midst of summer

Sun cream
Lovers dream
Ice cream cones
Hot stones
Barbecue chicken
Ice lolly licking
All in the midst of summer

Hello up there my old friend
Up there
Conducting the orchestra
Making them play
In your own special way
Hello up there my old friend

Hello up there my old pal
Up there
Playing the song
Waving hello
Making them glow
Hello up there my old pal

Hello up there my old mate
Up there
Reading the map
Guiding them around
Feet on the ground
Hello up there my old mate

Hello up there my old flower
Up there
With one eye on us
Watching us all
Standing tall
Hello up there my old flower

When the rain has ended
And the soil is soft and wet
I will remember my beautiful garden
The closest thing that I could get
To perfection on a scale
That I could never reach in life
Because the world is just to demanding
As it cuts you like a knife

Draining all your energy
And chipping away at your soul
Leaving you lost and empty
As you stare into a hole
Of despair and a bleak future
That doesn’t seem to end
Enclosing like a nightmare
Without love from a decent friend

Until I found my garden
Which ultimately found me
Calling me in for attention
As I planted my first tree
Then I turned over the soil
And watched the flowers grow
Such a feeling of overwhelming peace
Before the rain started to flow

Always in a hurry
Like a butchers knife
Cutting through life
The world is in a hurry

Why don’t we just slow down
Don’t treat your time
Like it’s bad or a crime
Just try and slow down

Take a step back
And breath in it
For more than a minute
Time now to step back

So there it is in black and white
The thing has finally arrived
A formal page that means much more
Puts an end to our marital lives

I didn’t see this coming
Just a tiff that stayed too long
But once that tiff started bouncing
It exploded into a song

What do I do now
I mean how do I carry on
You didn’t wait around I see
He arrived the second I was gone

Maybe I could try dating
I’m a man with needs after all
The internet is a curious beast
I guess I could give it a call

A worthless piece of paper
Made from a thousand trees
It’s what you wanted in the end
That and the house keys

Goodbye then and good riddance
You were a waste of space
I just wish you’d had the decency
To not wave your affair in-front of my face

Last night I had a dream
About a glorious silver bird
It bobbed and weaved on the air
And not a sound could be heard

I watched it fly to the south
To the north to the east and the west
Never did it stray from its path
It just knew which way was best

It flew over deserts and oceans
It bathed in the salt of the seas
It circled the forest of Sherwood
Then stopped for a breather in the trees

It was free and it was happy
As the clouds engulfed its feathers
Over the beautiful scenic woodlands
It danced among the wild heathers

Then I awoke rather unexpectedly
To a noise on my window pane
On the ledge outside was a sight to behold
It was the silver bird singing in the rain

A tale of age
Straight from the page
Of an historians book
Which is worth a little look
As you may know a street
Which once held your feet
When you were a child
All meek and mild
But it’s different and not the same
From when you played that game
With a bat and a ball
All petite and small
No tarmac was laid
Or council workers paid
But you existed all the same
Like the past in times game
And you touched the floor
Where fingers have done before
So again please take a look
At an historians written book
Where somebody in your hand
Once stood where you stand

Guns, guns
Like the Wild West
The boy runs around
In a ***** vest
Shooting water
Like Al Capone
He has no help
He’s all alone
Past the church
And down the streets
The urban warrior
With heart beats
Angel child
Diamond rough
These chiselled bricks
Have made him tough
Suburban angel
Boy of man
Shows the zest
Of Peter Pan

I sometimes wish I could be visited
By three ghosts like in the dickens tale
Showing me the good, the bad and the ugly
Pushed against the wall by a rusting nail

A ghost of Christmas past
Reminding of my early years gone by
Showing me days that made me happy
And the days that made me cry

A ghost of Christmas present
Where my troubles are all laid bare
But in between all the hardship and mess
My heart is always there

A ghost of Christmas future
And this the one I fear most
Because I don’t know what it brings
This spirit this drifting host

But it shows me things are good
It shows me happiness in the heat
And I feel comfort in the knowledge
That it will kind it will be sweet

My children will grow up healthy
And become the people I hope they will
Strong with a sense of goodness
As they love me when I’m over the hill

Lastly my dearest will always love me
She will stay right by my side
Our flames will never wilt or diminish
We will never run we will never hide

So thank you spirits for your reassurance
When you come on the hour chime
I sleep in a peaceful sleep now
And thank you for you precious time

Open your mail
Open your heart
The contents inside
Are sad from the start
Read the words
Read the truth
Jotted down lines
Reveal the prove
Cry from your eyes
Cry from your soul
Oh how this letter
Has taken its toll
It’s the end of the beginning
It’s the beginning of the end
You’ve lost your love
My dear old friend
I know you’ll yearn
I know you’ll miss
That needed last letter
Sealed with a kiss
He died as a hero
He died strong and tall
But the kind words you say
In truth mean nothing at all

Strong so strong
They go where they belong
They howl in the night
Like wolves in the fight
They’re world unpinned
By minds that sinned
Not what they appear
Silent with the fear
Unbalanced from the womb
One foot in a tomb
Disturbing a nation
Like a Lovecraft creation
Adore what the world hates
Those loathsome reprobates

Meet my neighbours
All wild and fiery
He’s intermittent
She’s just wiry
None of us speak
Not that I’m sad
Those habitual nutters
Have drove us mad
We’re decent people
I like to think
But even the sanest
Get pushed to the brink
I dream of waking
On a sunny day
And watching them slowly
Driving away
No words needed
I can read the sign
House for sale
That would do fine

Swaying madly from side to side
He believes he’s on the radio station
His eyes all bulbous and wide
Playing songs to please the nation
From Elvis to Black lace
As a smile spreads across his face

In his mind he’s Tony Blackburn
And Scott Mills rolled into one
As sweat drips down his solitary sideburn
Cause the other side is completely gone
Next up its the Rolling Stones
Through his imaginary headphones

Now comes the weather report
Sun with patchy rain
A quick update on the sport
Raducanu has lost again
Then he utters goodbye
Clutching his bag close to his thigh

In the bus stop he then squats
Before searching through a bin
Tying his beard into knots
He scratches his aching shin
As the doors open again without fuss
Lets re-welcome the DJ on the bus

Watch the man worry
Observe his pain
Watch the man wander
In the cold poring rain

Watch the man falter
Listen to his woes
Watch the man duck
Avoiding the blows

Watch the man crawl
Into a hole and die
Watch the man crumble
In the blink of an eye

Watch the man fall
Flat onto the floor
Watch the man roll
Into a ball and nothing more

Watch the man pray
Seeking divine love
Watch the man lift
With help from above

Watch the man stand
Slowly onto his feet
Watch the man grow
Like a flower in the heat

Watch the man reconnect
Steadily in the crowd
Watch the mans voice
Begin to talk nice and loud

Watch the man soar
Upwards strong and high
Watch the man recover
And smile to the sky