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No More Tears

The crying days are over the wounds begin to heal
But time can never wash away the pain of love I feel,
The years may pass between us, but I will never cry
I've loved you since I've known you and I'll love you till I die

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Brothers In Arms

Born to one, but lived as three
Born a son and kissed were we
Born to run and lived so free
Brothers in arms

You always showed you cared for me
You always showed you shared with me
You always showed you dared to be
Brothers in arms

Together we were brought to life
Together we have sought for life
Together we have fought for life
Brothers in arms

All for one and one for all
All for one we heard the call
All for one prepared to fall
Brothers in arms

Prepared to die for Victory
Prepared to die for history
Prepared to die? A mystery
Brothers in arms

One by one we lived and lied
One by one we hurt and cried
One by one we fought and died
Brother in arms

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The Cruel Sea

Pounding seas, wind tossed spray
Cold North wind, blowing night and day
The ice gripping men in disarray
The convoy ploughing onward

The merchant vessels, shadows in mist,
Weave and wind, wend and twist
Then disappear when torpedo kissed
The convoy ploughing onward

The small corvette, the guiding hand
The leader of the straggling band
But cannot make a fighting stand
The convoy ploughing onward

The men washed into icy seas
The eyes that bulge, the limbs that freeze
The ship brought down upon its knees
The convoy ploughing onward

The submarine torpedoes roar
Explosion, seas rush through open door
Ships and men on the ocean floor
The convoy ploughing onward

Few are left when journey's done
Supplies got through, the race is run
So many lost, so who has won?
The convoy ploughing onward

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Epitaph To Fallen Heroes

As we rallied to the Falklands cry,
And prepared ourselves to fight and die,
Some willing, some pressed, some volunteers,
All with deep down hidden fears.
Gangways gone, Hawser sip,
Sail Intrepid, fighting ship!!
Long hard days, sleepless nights
Working hard to get things right.
Ascension passed, Falklands closing
Argentine threat, everyone joking.
D Day troops- we pushed them through,
Still we laughed, so little we knew.
For us the war was still not real,
How could we know just what we'd feel.

Sympathy, hurt, pain and fears,
revulsion, hate, horror and tears
Bombs exploding - war is raging,
Begin to realise what we're facing.
Rockets loud and missiles firing,
Heroes living, heroes dying.
"Hit the deck" we hear the cry,
Please dear God I dont want to die
Air raid over, planes depart,
All quiet, that was just the start.
Weeks go past, countless plans
Intrepid:- Battle hardened veterans
Air raids come and air raids go
British Victory? Hopes they grow,
Ships hit, ships sinking,
People hurt, it gets me thinking,
So much pain and so much sorrow
Christ: it could be me tomorrow

Now at last Port Stanley taken
Argentine hopes, all are broken,
Britain has won, or have we really?
Peace has been paid for, very dearly.
Thousands of lives have been lost,
How can one start to count the cost!
Shortly, back to Britain will be the course,
Set by the victorious:- Task Force!
Into the arms of the waiting newsmen,
To be out on page one to page ten.
But when the publicity has all passed,
As I'm sure you know it cannot last,
Who'll remember the fallen lads,
Who gave their lives for the Falkland Islands.
The distant land no-one recalls,
Except when they bother to take a slight pause.
So take heed Politicians, look back over history,
And forget the Chivalry and the Glory.
They don' exist - lest not in this age,
Or can they in any future war we may wage.
Before you set forth on any crusade you may persue,
Remember the servicemen, you need to back you.
From this Epitaph, let one thing remain,
Don't even let one man have died in Vain!!!!!!

AEM(M)Clifford
20.6.82

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Friends For a Day, Strangers Forever

Wind torn faces, feeling cold
Venture out if you feel bold
Never do what you are told
Its snowing once again

People talk, Oh the weathers bad
Hoarding food, are people mad
It must be the worst we have ever had
Theyre talking once again

I wish the train would arrive soon
Ive booked my holiday I go in June
I know lets all sing a tune
The trains cancelled once again

Oh its so cold, have you far to go
My dad said it was going to snow
Its more than Fish and Kettley know
Cameraderie once again

Four hours it took to get home last night
You would think someone would get it right
At last, I think the train is in sight
Blame British Rail again

The mighty thaw, the snow all clears
The people smile, the nation cheers
The new found friends dont talk for years
Were strangers once again

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Memories

Little boy, dirty knees, 
kite floating in the breeze
Findings frogs, tadpoles too, 
fall in water, soaked right through
Lolly stick race, down the stream, 
school apple pie and shaving cream
In bakers shop, poke the cakes, 
build new bike, forget the brakes
Eat strawberries, then put jars back, 
painting Grandads tomatoes black
Scrumping apples, make a raft, 
old man on the corner completely daft
Pinching golf balls from the club, 
arrowroot biscuits outside the pub
Playtime at school, kiss chase today, 
please Zena this time dont run away
Break fireworks up to make a bang,
when I am 10 I'll have a gang
Must get home its cubs tonight, 
look theres a bundle, lets watch the fight
Gang house built up in the trees, 
quick in the bomb crater before the farmer sees
Books on skates, knock down ginger too, 
never bored, lots to do
Memo biscuits, tanner a pack, 
see the brush salesman, look mum hes black
Slide down bannisters, jump from the ledge, 
not on the path, just close to the edge
Childhood memories will never cease, 
the mind grows old, the dreams wont ease
One memory I'll have right to the end, 
Chip the Alsatian, my childhood friend

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For My Dad

Why did you have to leave me Dad
Why did you go away?
Theres so much I want to tell you Dad
So much I have to say

You shouldnt have gone and left me Dad
You know it isnt fair
There are many times important times
I need my Daddy there

You are my inspiration Dad
You are my shining light
I remember your many words Dad
And try to do things right

I hear your words all the time Dad
You talk to me I listen
But its the advice, the chats, the love you gave
Thats what Im really missing 

I follow your example Dad
I do things that you would do
Im sorry I like garlic Dad
But I hate the French like you

I have brought my boys up as you would have Dad
I know how proud of them you would be
They show respect and caring Dad
Just the way that you taught me

I try to live the right way Dad
Its difficult without you here
Though I know you are right beside me Dad
I know that you are near

I sit sometimes and cry Dad
Because I miss you so
I cannot believe when I think Dad
You died 10 years ago

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The Clown

Look around, here comes the Clown,
Laughing smiling, see his painted face.
Look again, I am the Clown,
Beneath the make up, tears you’d trace
Not supposed to shed his tears,
Not allowed to show his fears.
Pull my strings just watch me fly,
I am the puppet, I don’t cry.
I am the Showman, watch the show,
If I’m sad, you’ll never know.
The image I produce for all,
Is of a happy, smiling, fool.
I do not care, let people mock,
Let them think my hearts a rock.
All the taunts don’t reach my heart,
Wind me up again the show will start.
People don’t realise at times I cry.
I hurt so much I want to die.
I want you in my life so much,
I need your love, I need your touch.
When you’re away, I miss you so,
I’m feeling sad…Lets start the show
Look around here comes the Clown
Making you laugh enjoy the fun,
Look again I am the Clown
Made up face fooling everyone

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My Boy

Little Boy, lays in bed, dreams appear inside his head
He wants to be a man instead, and travel to the moon

Zorro’s sword is in his hand, He’s fighting in a foreign land,
He’s playing in a rock and roll band, He’s going to the moon

He’s Botham just about to bowl, He’s putting at the 18th hole.
He’s scored the Cup Finals winning goal, He’s going to the moon

He’s running an Olympic Race, He’s driving in a police car chase,
He’s a Monster with a gory face, He’s going to the moon.

To me you are the Number One, when all is said and all is done
I will make your dreams come true my son, and I will take you to the moon

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Dream On

Dream on young man, your love will be nigh,
The thoughts from your heart will help you get by
Emotions you have will ne'er disappear
Dream on young man, your love is so near

Think on young man, are you doing the right thing
When you think of your love, does your heart start to sing
Does your mind start to race, does your heart feel anew
Think on young man, she's the right one for you

Walk on young man, raise your head to the sky
Shout out to the world that your love is close by
Let all the world know that your love is for real
Walk on young man, with the joy that you feel

Write on young man, let love flow from your pen
The poems of love written time and again
Each word filled with feeling each thought from the heart
Write on young man, let the words of love start

Dream on young man, may your dreams fill your life
Will your dreams soon come true when you make her your wife
Will your time with your loved one be the happiest for you
Dream on young man, your love is now true