Stitch by stitch the future is sewn
North & South our dreams are blown
Wild winds assail us, drenching us
Wet and cold we arrive thus.
Washed up on today’s shore
Troubles beset us galore
We sit on the beach
Weeping, peace for us, out of reach.
Stitch by stitch the future is sewn
North & South our dreams are blown
Wild winds assail us, drenching us
Wet and cold we arrive thus.
Washed up on today’s shore
Troubles beset us galore
We sit on the beach
Weeping, peace for us, out of reach.
Day breaks , silence is shattered the birds start to stir

Waiting on the branches for crumbs to be scattered.
Open the blinds put out the light
Unbolt the door set forth out of the night.
Out of the night towards the sun,
Life just goes on it does not grind screaming to a halt because you have gone.
It is not right it all feels wrong why does the world not mark your passing?
I want to scream to make them all see how deep my wound is. Why are you not here, I keep asking.
I keep asking why did you go, my hands reach up to the sky,
I miss you so. My tears could fill an ocean blue, my lips still asking why.
So another day is here and I have fed the birds, put on my coat of lies.
Paint my face, dry my eyes.
Check the clock walk the path leave the safety of the hearth.
Again I take my place among them, surrounded by so many but I stand alone.
I arrive at work and greet my friends and stay there until I can go home.
The phone the screen the printer, coffee cups and a break ….
I keep going on this endless road smiling, laughing but it’s all fake.
Smiling, laughing but it’s all fake. Home again and it is late.
I stayed out drinking for the emptiness here is what I hate.
The weekend is here tomorrow but I shall be busy so busy so I can hide from sorrow.
Friends for coffee, family for lunch out in the evening with a great bunch.
I cannot stop not even for a minute or I shall see the hole you left ….yes and I am in it.
For Lindy x
I am empty , running on fumes
Like a dried out lighter sparking up tombs.
I have no more to offer you, nothing more to say
You no longer care for me I feel you pushing me away.
You could not make it plainer how little you think of me.

Nothing I say or do can help any more, you have me locked down now I am no longer free.
You are always so angry with me I cannot work out what to say or do
Everything I say, everything I do does nothing but annoy you.
I am falling down the ladder getting closer to the floor
I am sure I shall be smashed and battered soon I cannot fight no more.
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