What Have We Turned Into?
Don't look to me
For how it's going to be
I'm blind and I can't see
Any truth in what I once believed
'Cause now we don't know
If we're friend or foe
Seems we've reached an all-time low
So pick todays fight from the row
Until we don't know
Who are me and you
And I now need to know
What have we turned into?
I won't look to you
As I know what is true
And all that we say and do
Divides all we found and grew
Learning to hate is also
A new string to your bow
So pick today's poison arrow
And fire it into my woe
Until I don't know
Who are me and you
And I now need to know
What have we turned into?

Hind-Sight Hurts
Sat here alone, How could I have known?
So many times I didn't see your point of view,
Lord I should have knew.
Now what do I do, I still feel part of you,
this stubborn man sees what before I didn't see,
say it's not too late for me.
Hind-Sight must be, hurtful to me,
because I can't bear to be, spending my time,
now knowing all you said to me,
but all too late to keep you mine.
Sorry beyond belief, do I now lay my wreaf?
Don't know what to do, and where I go to,
how to get this song to you.
I cannot face, life and it's race.
Don't want to see friends, or visit any place,
just want to sit here and waste.
Hind-Sight must be, a painful thing,
if it means living for the rest of my life,
remembering, peoples advice,
words slicing through me. The sharpest knife.
An unwanted habit, I forgot to be a lover to you.
Never took the time to see all the things you was going through.
Time after time my concerns laid with only me,
Now you're probably better off, and I should let it be.
So I sit here alone, knowing I should have known. Hind-Sight hurts now I know the storyline, and how to keep you mine.
And here I'll stay, and day by day,
I see my rotting wood, with every could and should, all those days you looked so good.
Hind-Sight to me, is a terrible thing,
my life now to me, is incomplete.
For I can now see what you wanted me to be,
and in my war for you, I admit defeat.

Cruel But True
What cha gonna do without your daddy's love?
Tell me, what cha gonna do without your daddy's love?
Well you can look over town, but it ain't to be found. Quite simply lil' girl, I'm no longer around.
Tell me, what cha gonna do without your daddy's love?
How yer gonna think without my male mind?
Tell me, how yer gonna think without my male mind? It's plain and clear that I'm better off here,
so take a good look, the cold truth is severe.
And how yer gonna think without my male mind?
Who's your daddy, Who's your daddy,
Who's your daddy, Who's your daddy now?
Tell me, who's your daddy, Who's your daddy,
Who's your daddy, Who's your daddy now?
It's cruel but true, but you never did much for me
Say, it's cruel but true, that you never did much for me. I ain't gonna dress it up, all pretty and pink, so sit right down and pour yourself a drink.
I said, it's cruel but true, that you never did much for me

Sonnet Of A Winters Day
As the day's light filtered, slowly into the darkened room. In no haste to move aside the morning's Winter dew.
Hidden behind a bright, white sheet, draped all around. Still outside and in our room, you could hardly hear a sound.
If I'm honest,
It's then that I knew.
Wrapped inside the comfort
and the warmth that is you.
If I'm honest,
it was a movie made for us.
The snow outside, the painted sky,
the surround-sound hush.
And this is my story, of a week so complete.
This is the moment, my better judgement took defeat.
This is my sonnet, of a cool, wintry day.
Revolution as my heart took control in that way.
Always a firm believer, to let your head lead the way. Now he's moved down the line, and I feel fine keeping him at bay.
I'm not going to question, if what I'm feeling is right or wrong,
So don't be spooked by my truth, and the contents of this song.
To be honest,
there's nothing I'd rather do,
than be wrapped inside the comfort
and the warmth that is you.
To be honest,
this has been given to hold onto,
because I'm not afraid to write these words
and sing this song to you.
This is my story, of a week so complete.
This is the moment, my better judgement took defeat.
This is my sonnet, of a cool, wintry day.
By your side, day and night, is where I want to lay. Now we're apart I think of you, everyday in every way. My finest gift at Christmas, has been you and those days,
And you and those nights, listening to 'Angels' in the dark. Discovering one another, trying to win for me your heart.
This is my story, of a week so complete.
This is the moment, my better judgement took defeat.
This is my sonnet, of a cool, wintry day.
Whatever unfolds, these memories will never go away.

The Travelling Troubadour
Walking through torn up fields, and summer flies
On a Mountain high
Taken far away by a speeding cloud
Exempt of sound
The man on horseback, he plays a tune
Written by the Sun and Moon
Dedicated to the girl in black
Who is not coming back
And he don't know
How his dreams he can grow.
With the music he makes
He'll hope his fate will wait.
Wicked Cities, he wanders through
On his journey to
A home eternally in the Sun
A feeling forever young
To escape from the Demons of his past
Where no-one wears a mask
Happiness and love, without no pay
Here, the Traveller can play
Here he will know
How his dreams he can grow.
And with all that he makes
He'll learn to find his fate. (And forget to hate)

My Spanish Sun
In and around, and up and down, beating at the speed of sound, My hearts in a daze.
Yet remains unfazed.
As the Spanish sun lights up the one, who thrills and excites me like no-one could ever make.
My heart will have to wait.
I can't believe you'd be with me. Hurry back so that I can feel your warm embrace.
My girl from a different place.
For is it true what I feel for you? The one I see in all I do. Your beautiful face.
Such a beautiful face.
And I don't care what people have to say,
I'm gonna keep loving you anyway.
More with each day.
Precious like bread to the mouths it's fed. Soft as a rose petal of red, that is you to me.
You are my sanctuary.

I thank this sun for all she's done. For drying my rain until there was none. With you I am keen to seek and find the dream.
And you don't care what people have to say,
You will want to be with me anyway.
By my side to stay.
When my Spanish Sun lights up the way,
I warm to her glow throughout the day,
And then I'm not afraid.
And we don't care what people have to say.
We live our own lives, our own way,
And no-one could take that away.
When my Spanish Sun lights up the way,
I warm to her glow throughout the day,
And then I'm not afraid.

Days, Weeks & Months
From the onset of the morning,
My aching mind just thinks of you.
Yesterday's pain comes a-calling,
So what am I supposed to do ?
The Summer's day feels like it's Winterlong.
Friday's Jazz becomes the Blues.
Dim the weekend lights, tomorrow will get me through.
Days call out, but I'm ignoring.
They scream and shout and call my name,
So the hours sing for me, but I don't like their song. Time just cannot ease my pain.
Time just can't make things the same.
She is all that I remember. She is all that I still know. My life is like a burning ember,
Which no longer has its glow.
Extinguished hearts dampened by the rain,
Float on a far-away tide. Where they gather to while away the time.
I think one day I'll recover. I think one day I'll move on. If I don't see her, I know time will help.
And these days will make me strong.
These weeks and months will drive me on.
Days call out, but I'm ignoring.
They scream and shout and call my name,
So the hours sing for me, but I don't like their song. Time just cannot ease my pain.
Time just can't make things the same.
I think one day I'll recover.
I think one day I'll move on.
If I don't see her, I know that time will help.
And these days will make me strong.
These weeks and months will drive me on.

Silent Man
Smart in blue. The Silent Man,
seemed to tower out of view.
His smile greeted the room, this Silent Man.
A kindness you never really knew.
His silence on the outside, But behind his door,
Life's riches and much more.
The world's four corners, Touched, in the sights of mans harm. Forever embedded in her palm.
And it's written in this psalm, that people now pray - To The Silent Man.
Not a parent to any, was the Silent Man,
but a father to many.Always to us, he's our Silent Man, smart and generous.
Though he rarely spoke, from a knowledge unsurpassed, his river of persona ran vast.
For those blessed to hear his words, from behind his Door, will no longer be blessed any more.
A man impossible to dislike, and the reason these words I write, is for The Silent Man.
Now people are blue, for our Silent Man,
No longer towering out of view.
His smile still greets the room, our loving Silent Man, we'll all be together again soon.