Countdown to war

Paranoia keeps the red blood flowing
So that destructive bombs can keep falling
Money keeps the corporations growing
To the people our leaders aren’t listening
Greed makes sure arms keep manufacturing
Towards a blind goal all keep marching
While the news media keep on lying
And thus nobody knows who we’re fighting
So much money goes into weapon making
Whilst many poor children are left starving
Minority groups we keep on blaming
Whilst welfare is left with zero funding

All concepts of peace are out the window
Closer to Hell we continue to go


20th February 2003

I’m stuck on an island and I can’t get off it

Lost long in time for forty thousand years
A land of deserts and eternal sun
Tucked away in a corner, seen by none
This ancient land is full of dreams and fears
But does the rest of the world even care?
Shunned by a ruler we will never see
Perceived by the rest as a mockery
Progress is going completely nowhere
Isolated, forgotten by the world
I will walk this land on an empty road
The river of time continues to flow
Into dust ancestral blood has been hurled

I will keep on walking day after day
Until rivers of time sweep me away


20th February 2003

Walking the Beat

I will devote myself to helping others
I know I am putting my life on line
For I understand there’ll come a time
When I will provide protective covers
I will represent order - tough but fair
Become an icon of security
I will keep the peace in this big city
When a cry for help comes, I will be there
Kids will see me and they will loudly cheer
Because I am brave. I am kind and strong
I will help out those kids when things go wrong
With me nearby they have nothing to fear

I will keep the peace and accept no thanks
This is my choice, I want to join the ranks


17th February 2003

Rainy Sunday

The rain comes downward onto my window
Keeping me restricted on the inside
With no place to be and no where to go
I have all the time in the world to bide
The house is quiet ‘cos we’re all snoozing
The streets are empty and there’s naught to do
The radio’s on for anyone listening
And there’s not a soul around to talk to
But this serenity is but a dream
A fragile dream that will end tomorrow
And when the coming night has gone and been
It is back to our real lives we will go

Today I relax in serenity
But sadly this is but temporary


16th February 2003

Last day of the year

It’s with little surprise that it’s raining
And everything around is coloured grey
Many clouds have stopped the sun from shining
Telling us one thing: Today is the day
Many things have been accomplished this year
Things which are now a faded memory
Thus as the time of awakening grows near
Our human hearts and souls are left empty
The streets are vacant and the shops are sealed
There’s no smiling faces out on this day
But it’s the road - with engines it is filled
Because everyone is moving away

But in all this barren devastation
We wait for the day when we’ll rise again


16th February 2003

Did you hear about this one?

It was on this day that the dream did die
And five years of hard work came to an end
I have now stepped off-stage and said goodbye
My future is now in my hands to bend
But, with this goodbye, should I give a toss?
They won’t notice my leaving. They don’t care
Constantly I found myself at a loss
The house wasn’t a home at all, back there
But in spite of it all, it did change me
I went in a child and came out a man
I saw things when before I couldn’t see
I won respect and friends - whom by me stand

The show has moved on - this time without me
And I have nothing - but the memory


16th February 2003

So you wanna know what it's like to be single?

I have a mouth but no voice to speak with
Ironic when I have a lot to say
I have arms, the long not returned to give
A shame no one's come to take it away
I have eyes to see happy couples smile
Enjoying things I'll never get to do
I have a brain of illusions and guile
Struggling to keep alive a dream that's true
I have a heart - One of the broken kind
And I have a hole that needs to be filled
But this planet is ignorant and blind
Thus, it's the end of my world I now yield

But why would you care about today’s news?
You have no idea what it's like to lose


9th February 2003

I don't want any friends

I don’t want friends. I just don’t care at all.
I’ll go into my room and sit on the shelf
Material objects stretch from wall to wall
But I don’t care. I’m in love with myself
I’m a genius of the elite kind
Who cares if no one else acknowledges it?
Nothing compares to myself and my mind
So it’s my way or no way. Get it?
I do have friends - Them I abuse and taunt
But the truth is, they’re not friends. Just a lie
I’ll keep on being mean. I won’t get caught
I will never learn cos I don’t see why

Don’t give me change. Don’t give me friends
I want this to stay until the world ends


3rd February 2003