i was in love more times than i can count
before i met you in the heat of summer
in the wrong coffee shop
on the wrong street
but maybe i was never in love before you

every girl who’s hands have mingled with mine
have always felt forced
and clammy
and fleeting
and bounding

it was anxiety hugging my body
tighter than any of them ever could
and a cloud of desperation
separating them from me
love was always about power
or who could lust the hardest

i always won.
i always left first.

you’ve showed me that isn’t love at all
but i beg the questions
what is love
who am i to say
who are you to give it to me
who are we to create feelings only we can feel

we are artists making notes of reactions
while we show each other a world we never knew existed
the things that have always happened
in our peripheral vision
but never felt important to notice

this is what i want to feel
freedom.
freedom.
freedom.

LONDON IS DOWN THERE
IS ANOTHER HORRIFIC ATTACK
THE TERRORIST'S AND WOLVES
TRIED TO GIVE US A WHACK


BUT LONDON HAS INCREDIBLE STRENGTH
AND A PURE HEART AND SOUL
MANY INNOCENT LIVES WERE LOST
AND THE WORLD AGAIN COUNTS THE TOLL


THIS NEW TYPE OF VENGEANCE
WILL NOT BREAK OUR RESOLVE
EVEN THOUGH THEY KEEP COMING
OUR DEMOCRACY WON'T DISSOLVE


I KEEP COMPOSING ABOUT
THESE MOST HORRIFIC EVENTS
WHICH ALWAYS BREAKS MY HEART


BUT THE TERRORIST'S MUST KNOW
THAT AS A STRONG AND LOVING MANKIND
IT WON'T TARE US APART

When your footsteps falter and slip
Hold on to me
If your eyes fill with tears
And the future seems blurred and distant
I'll be there to take your hand
You may not see me
But you'll feel me there
Right beside you
Always
So hold on to me

                        By Phil Roberts

I wanted to scream
at the top of my lungs
and tell you that if you're ever
looking for me
you know where to find me
and i'll always be here
waiting
but at this point i knew
i was just yelling
with lungs filled with water
and you would never hear me
but i will always be here
waiting