My dreams they feel so far away
I watch them drift and silent pray
That they'll return to me someday
But now it doesn't feel that way.

I wait for signs that don't arrive
And feel as though I'm bare alive
Drift through life and fail to thrive
Cos dreams seem far away

Twas the great hunger of 1845
When I ceased to be alive,
Was weak with whooping cough and fever
Was left by man who spat out "leave er".
Rain fell hard and soaked my skin,
I awaited death.
Abandoned by kith and kin.
Then I saw him, corner of my eye,
Tall and strong as he walked on by.
Handsome features on his face,
His setting here, out of place.
He stopped upon hearing my whooping cough breath
And told me I could avoid this death.
So now I walk in purgatory,
I trekked so long with my weary story,
So I say to you, dear friend,
When your body is too broke to mend.
Think of me and heed the danger.
Don't fall for the words of a handsome stranger.

Let me be brief to tell this tale
The nights been wild, there's been a gale.
Once my path did cross a stranger
He led me into enigmatic danger.
In my haste to avoid death
I tilted my neck and felt his breath.
This evil I invited in
Has led me into carnal sin.
Yet in this state in know no hell
Between two planes is where I dwell.
I traded my soul and lost all joy
He befriended and loved me as a decoy.
In consorting with this demonic beast
I was entered in hells feast.
Evil took over my corrupted brain
And turned me onto the human food chain.
I have no feelings of regret now
Just an instant hit adrenaline, pow!
Evil is as evil does
Now it's too late for god to help us.
I'll be gone before the dawn
No more to see gods holy morn.
now it's too late for him to help you
An unholy existence you start anew.

Mr. Warr has big feet.
He came and stomped all over my street.
That's the place my house used to be
Now it's rubble for all to see.
In the garden where flowers were laid
We dare not walk for mines and grenades.
There's nothing here
No more to see
No trace of family, friends and me.
But one day we will all come back
When the mines are clear we can begin to unpack.
Rebuild this place that once held joy
And I have stories to tell my boy
About the people, places and things around here
About the times that held no fear.
I'll show him the place his dad drank beer
And other such landmarks here
like the place where my kids were christened in preparation for life
And the other where their dad took me for a wife.
This is a place with history here,
memories past and present of all I hold dear.