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Remembered Joy

It’s been 3 long years now since you had to go
But I know you can hear me when I say my love for you is timeless and this I think 
you know
And when the good lord came to take you my tears I couldn’t hide
It’s been very hard without you here by my side

CHORUS
I’ve tried very hard to fathom why he came for you
I’ve heard it said only the good die young and in your case this is true
So when the rain is falling gently on our window pane
It’s raining in my heart and the tears are for you Jane

Wherever you are my love do not be scared
I think back to all the good times we’ve shared
All the fun and laughter all the remembered joy
And my mind wanders back to when we first met as a young girl and boy
We had so many adventures we said we would never be parted
And then it hits me again you’re not here and again I’m broken-hearted

CHORUS

The winters here now and you used to love this time of year
And as I wander over snow peaked hills I really want you here
The snowball fights and romantic nights in front of a roaring fire
If I said I was through all this then I would be a liar

 
CHORUS

If god were to take me now I’d give my life to be with you
It breaks my heart to think you’re on your own after all we’ve been through
But he must have a higher plan so I shall bide my time
I love you Jane you’re all I am and you will always be mine

CHORUS

So in my darkest hours as I lie here on my own
Even though you’re not here my love for you as still deeper grown
And as I say a prayer for the good lord to look over you 
I’m just waiting for the day the lord takes me to
I know you will be waiting for me with love in your heart
Because when I was 6 and you were 5 we made a vow to never part 

CHORUS

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Emotion Cause and Effect

Emotions a strange and funny thing
Its cause and effect and the actions they bring
We cry with laughter we cry when we're sad
It makes no sense at all and seems a bit mad
So.....lets look at emotion and what does it mean
Its not as straightforward as it may seem
Emotions been pondered since time immemorial
The answers not in a library or learnt in a tutorial
Its something you can see-feel-touch and get caught out by
Like the passing of a loved one or a babies first cry
The look in a Childs eye Christmas morning
Gazing at your soul mate as they wake up yawning
The disabled affected with complete frustration
When you gaze up at the night sky ...complete creation
Tsunami's hurricanes lives devastated
The feeling you get when you feel underrated
The tears that were spilt when the twin towers fell
The elation of a nation when Mandela left his cell
When the wall came down and Germany was once again one
The assassination of Kennedy forever gone
How the world wept as one when we lost Diana
The hatred for the paparazzi how she died in that manner
Your very first kiss the first time you dated
The miracle of nature in all she’s created
So many emotions for so many feelings 
From deepest grief to euphoric ceilings
So whether on cloud nine or unable to cope 
Emotion will out and bring on hope

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Bloody Omaha

Midnight June the 5th 1944 me and my buddies departed Weymouth and put out to 
sea

To smash through Hitlers eastern wall to liberate Europe and make her once again 
free

We knew some,most of us wouldnt be coming back

As we neared Omaha beach at 4am we started to take German flak

From high above us we could hear the bombers delevering there deadly cargo to 
the enemy on the ground

The french coast was pummeled as night turned to day followed by the cargos 
deathly sound

It looked like the 4th of July and i wondered if id ever see another one

Then our landing craft doors opened my buddies in front didnt stand a chance 
bullets tore them to shreds and they were gone

All around me carnage reigned we were in a killing zone the bluffs seemed so 
distant they shouldnt be that far away

I looked around me at my buddies dying or dead before me some motionless where 
they lay

Something had gone terribly wrong we wernt even on the right stretch of beach

I needed to get to cover quickly i saw a sand dune took my chance and managed 
just to reach

The day was breaking now i gazed around me as the dawn broke through the night

I felt sickened and appauled at what i saw ive never forgot that sight

And still the carnage continued as one by one the Rangers fell

Ive never been a religous man but that morning i saw hell

The Germans shouldnt be this strong here thats what we were told

But we had to get off this beach i didnt want to be one of the fallen lying 
motionless,cold

There were 36 men left in my unit we now numbered just 5

The other guys around me were dead or dying i was fighting to survive

But i was one of the lucky ones i managed to get through that day

Looking back to that time and such a terrible price my buddies had to pay

5 beaches were taken that day Gold Juno Sword Omaha and Utah

I was a young sargeant in the 2nd Rangers my beach was Bloody Omaha

And in my minds eye i still see the beach that day and the sea running red

I still see the tide washing up my buddies the dying and the dead

Historians looking back now see where the mistakes were made

Omaha bloody Omaha its referred to is where such a high price was paid

Nearly 5,000 young Americans and Canadians on that beach on that day

We must never forget them they and what they did and the price they had to pay

Omaha was the bloodiest but lest we not forget the other four

For they shall allways be in my prayers for today and for ever more

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Taffeta, Silk,And Lace

As she walked down the stairs i could feel on the back of my neck goosebumps and 
hairs

I was playing in a derelict house hiding from my friends behind some dusty old chairs

But something wasnt right she looked sad lonley and out of place

Looking back now i didnt feel scared she looked radient dressed in taffeta silk and 
lace

I was Eleven at the time and thinking back to it now

I just knew she was a ghost but wasnt frightened dont ask me how

She didnt see me and she sort of glided not walked towards an open door

Curiosity got the better of me so i followed her wanting to see more

As i edged nearer the doorway i expected her not to be there

But she was and i heard her singing the sweetest song i swear

I was so taken by her radience serenity and calm

Then i realised shes a ghost they scare you but i didnt feel in any harm

She just sort of floated there seeing something i couldnt see

Then....the moment was gone as i heard my friends shouting for me

Ive never forgot that day its stayed with me forever

And as i grew up i researched the history of the house and was rewarded for my 
endeavour

There used to live in that house a kindly lady she was a mother and a wife

But tragedy struck her family she lost her children so griefstricken

she took her own life

But legend as it she used to sing the sweetest lullabies to her children every night

To sooth them into sleep and chase away there fright

I often ask myself did she see me that long ago day

If ever im weighed down by troubles that just wont seem to go away

If im restless of sleep and the evening winds running fair

I swear i can hear the sweetest lullabies carried on the air

It eases me in to sleep then i dream of the sereness of her face

Gliding down that staircase resplendent in her taffeta,silk and lace

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A Heartbeat Away

I’ve watched you for so long and from so far away 

I never meant to leave you i wanted to stay 

But the choice wasn’t mine and i had to go 

I’ve watched over the years our family grow and grow 

Our sons first day at school i watched with such pride 

I saw the tears that you shed that you could not hide 

I saw it all from so far away 

Never missing a moment never missing a day 

Our daughter’s graduation i watched out of view 

And as the years passed by i never stopped loving you 

For I’ve never moved on I’ve stayed frozen in time 

I’ve watched you grow older more lovely still mine 

But don’t feel lonely because every single day 

I’ve been beside you just a  heartbeat away 

Our children are grown up now with their own family ties 

I know you still grieve me my love i hear your solitary cries 

I go back to the day you holding me crying 

As i lay in your arms my life ebbing away-dying 

But fear not love for your time grows near 

Hold back your tears and hold back your fear 

For we shall soon be once again together 

Bathed in gods golden light forever and ever

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Zimbabwe

Zimbabwe we hear your country screaming
We're powerless to help you you're at the mercy of a party thats murderous and 
scheming
Robert Mugabe and his thugs the Zanu PF
They deny you free elections instead they dole out death
The world see's your pain but hears only one mans voice
Your human rights violated he's taken away your freedom of choice
The United Nation's and the peacekeepers won't intercede in this mess
If it was me that was in power and the balance i could redress
It would'nt take an army
6 men
3 letters
S.A.S

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Kids

As a dad of three I’ve got your measure
We love you protect you give us lots of pleasure
But……mums and dads aren’t as daft as you think we are
Dads give us a fiver and ill wash your car
Mum….can I take a couple of pounds out of the copper jar

My car barely sees water and a sponge because it’s too much mither
And the copper jar that held a tenner now holds just a fiver
And so it goes on

Dad….can I stay out as long as Paul his dad lets him stay out till eleven
A quick call to Paul’s dad guess what Pauls in at seven
We love you dearly but you kids think were daft
But were on to you it’s almost become a craft

And the classic dad can I have my pocket money mums give her last to my brother
A quick word with mum reveals you’ve just had a tenner
Me and your mum we do talk to each other
Clean your room up I’ve asked you 4 times if you don’t that’s it your grounded I said
I’ve done it dad you tell me I go check it’s clean but it’s all under your bed
That’s it your grounded
Toys out of pram and don’t give me that look
You know the one open mouthed astounded
You see mums and dads aren’t daft it’s all part of the game
But…..through all your tantrums and tears
We still love you all the same

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Forgotten Voices

Petes Story

Pete was 27 when his life changed forever
An honest man he lived life with endeavour
At 18 working as an apprentice and carving a life
At 21 he'd bought his own house got married had a child and wife

Holidays abroad twice a year a good husband and proud dad
He enjoyed a drink but it never got in the way of his love for his wife and his lad
But......the drinking turned to craving then addiction and Pete was caught in its grasp
He'd make all the promises to stop drinking but he would always relapse

Then came the excuses at work missing days turned to weeks then job lost
Then the bills and debts mounting his wife and son left hes paid a high cost
And now he walks the streets drinking cheap cider and meths
It wont be long now pete you'll be another stastistic on the list of down and out 
deaths

Jennys Story

As a young girl she had so many dreams
A pretty 12 year old gazing up at the tv screens
From an upper class family she had everything
Good education well mannered she had ambitions to sing

12 through to 16 her education flourished
Courteous well mannered physically and mentally well nourished
But....at 17 that all came crashing down around her
An accident took her family everyone even her mother and father

Feeling helpless and alone she took to the street
Its here she meets an alcoholic called Pete
He seems a decent guy he shows her the street life ropes
And they form a friendship recalling all there dreams and hopes

Hungry and cold her lifes no longer sunny
A stranger approaches her offering her money
Its her body hes after not asking but telling
Hes finished with her he throws her a tenner shes crying and broken the tears cant 
stop welling

So begins her life as a prostitute and it gets her by
Its not the life she wants but it gets her fed and keeps her dry
Her life spirals downwards her next stop is drugs
Her pimp supplies them to her.her dreams all gone she simply shrugs

But she will be joining her friend Pete soon as the drugs take hold
So here ends Jennys life forgotten her wasted body lifeless cold

Forgotten People

So spare a thought for these forgotten people who didnt choose this life
But were caught by addiction grasped by all its chaos and strife
Because they once had dreams and aspirations to fill
But the ugly shadow of addiction took away there will

Addiction is cruel it takes away choices
So lets not forget the Petes and Jennys of this world and there forgotten voices

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Srorrim

I saw a man in the mirror yesterday
I saw him there again today
Behind him I saw streets and houses and people everywhere
And my mind wondered and pondered and wondered what this man’s life was like 
there
And looking at this man in his world I thought is he thinking the same as me
And in his world through this piece of glass would he see on his side what I see
Because thinking logically everything would be the other way around
The more I thought about this the more confused I got and even the man in the 
mirror frowned
So I dispelled logic had a bit of fun and put my overactive imagination to the test
For starters the sun would rise in the east and set in the west
The hands on the clock here would read 1oclock through 7
In his world they would read 5oclock through 11 (scratches head mmm) 
Imagine if we all went to that world imagine the chaos imagine the fuss
And how confusing would the alphabet be imagine it 
All the letters would be backwards  nothing would fit
The people in that world just wouldn’t make sense
We wouldn’t to them either we would think each other dense
Or esned they would say
Which is dense just the other way?
Imagine all the traffic arrests we’d all be driving on the wrong side of the road
It wouldn’t make any sense to us there Highway Code
If you got married over there and it didn’t work out you could get a quickie divorce 
no need to linger?
Just bring him/her over to this side of the glass and guess what it would be 
annulled because the ring would be on the wrong finger
The only thing that would make sense on both sides of the glass
Would be the name of a certain pop group if you’ve guessed it go to the top of the 
class
Because palindromes on both sides are the same the only things to make sense
Haven’t got it yet ok I’ll put you out of your suspense
Abba of course spelt with a backward B as originally spelt
I could go on and on all day with this but my brains about to melt
Went back to the mirror again today and he wasn’t there
I think is absence is caused by my flight of fancy to be fair
Sort of raises the question though where’s my reflection gone as I stare at not 2 of 
me but one
Ah well perhaps he will come back when my Lewis Caroll fixation has gone 
                                                                                                                 
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30 Years

They say the sadness will go away
But I find it so hard to believe what they say
Each day is like yesterday, tomorrow, last week
Trying so hard to find the help that I seek
I’m told it’s darkest before the dawn
It’s been dark in my world since the day I was born
The glass the knife the bottle the blood
My arms being opened the relief of the flood
But what of the after the guilt and the pain
The dismay of my loved ones there looks of disdain
I feel no remorse the cutting the stitching my way of life
It’s cost me my loved ones my children my wife
But still it continues compelling me on
Where will this end where as the sun gone
A self-harmers story there’s more to be told
How will this conclude how will it unfold
My mood seems to deepen depression sinks in
I pick up a knife I reach for my skin
I sink into sadness sorrow remorse
I know these old feelings things follow their course
Low self-esteem is it attention I seek
I feel like an outcast I feel like a freak
For 30 yrs now it’s been like this
I need my life back my family I miss
So I’ll take all the help that’s given me
I need to stop this abuse I need to be free
It’s a hard road ill travel a difficult road to tread
I’m a mixture of emotions and feelings of dread
I have to stop using others as an emotional prop
I need to pull my life together and the bloodletting to stop

Update Guys This Is Not About Me but A Friend I Met A Few Years Ago He Told Me His Story And With His Permission I Wrote This Peice