I grew up living in the countryside
an only child, adopted and on my own
it's something I've never regretted at all
looking back now like a river with one stone
I found I could cope with myself
having a stammer people was not my thing
so I found ways to spend my time
a lover of football it became my wedding ring
Across from our backyard was a field
'The Honie' was its name, there I did play
on my own, a football and me my all
many an hour spent no matter wet or grey
The grass never got cut but I kept it down
with my ball, me and team imagination
doing everything a team does as one
win and lose but never got relegation
I did love 'My Homie'
a place to spend many an hour
so many memories to call upon
drawing them from above like a shower
(This is written about my favourite place in my childhood and the memories it has for me.
Football - means soccer as we play it in the UK.)
Homie hoppers are all over the young adult Sunday School Class
Five couples, and they have all been married at one time or another
To at least two other people in the class.
It is the weirdest dynamic in the world, but it is what I have to work with.
There are so many knowing looks and inside jokes.
Lots of laughter. I have never taught such a class.
I am eighty-two years young, and have learned to keep my mouth shut.
Never referring to “your husband” or “your wife” or even “your partner”
for things change so swiftly.
Hey, we're going to the station
But I gotta warn you this is no vacation
We're out here to find peace of mind
A piece of time to rewind and remind
Reality is heavy but we're strong
We'll stand against the wrong
At the forum we'll post a bill of every lie
And hold them there until we ask why
Everything is corroding at the foundation
When we're the wealthiest nation
But there is a history of misery
And it's not a mystery given their trickery
While the rich steadily get richer
I may not have aim but I'll play the pitcher
Throwing curve balls and facts
Fending off mass media attacks
Your legacy is dead soldiers on foreign land
For oil buried deep in the sand
Our economy is made of paper
And as that paper burns I see the caper
But all the money in the world is fool's gold
Compared to empathy and compassion if you behold
A better world of united people bettering each other
Holding hands with our sisters and brothers
There's still time for you to do the right thing
And perhaps that is when we can all sing
Homie, it's all about peace and love
It's all about peace and love
Derek we miss you; Derek we love you,
We were homies, we were family there was nothing we couldn't do.
I can't say goodbye because you ain't really gone,
In my head and in my heart you will always live on.
Only seventeen with a baby on the way,
Don't worry homie we all gonna be okay.
But how could you leave us man how could you go,
Why God took you is something I just don't know.
I'm gonna be here for your baby and I'm gonna be here for your 'lil girl,
I only wish you were here to bring your baby into this world.
Sitting here alone, can't help but wonder why,
What was going through you head why you had to die.
I'm gonna see you soon I'll promise you that,
You know how we do, you know where your gurl's at.
I'm praying for you and for 'lil Whoaty,
I'm only going to say
Rest In Peace Homie