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The river of life
He looked all around him, at the faces so young,
where were his friends, were they all gone?
A tear in the corner, of a old wrinkled eye,
he looked at the coffin, and tried not to cry.
The man in the coffin, had been a good friend,
but now their friendship, had come to a end.
He thought of a time, lost in the past,
with juks they had run, ever so fast!
Across fields and in woods, as boys they had played.
He wished so much, as boys they had stayed!
But the river of life, has to move on,
facing the currents, we try to stay strong.
As he looked at the coffin, he felt a soft hand,
and knew like always!, beside him she stand,
his wife by his side, for him to lean on,
it was loving her!,why he stayed strong.
Gray and bent, but a feisty old man,
he had followed life's road, with out any plan.
with his wife by his side, he'd battled along,
with a smile on his face, he'd always stand strong!.
Though sometimes now, he felt kind of sad,
remembering the good times,they now called bad,
when he'd sit around the yog and sing a old song,
he knew them times, is where he belonged.
Dark and handsome, the country he'd roam,
where ever he stopped, was where he called home.
Now on a site, he stopped on a plot,
but still on the yog, he'd have his old pot!.
In this new world of strangers, he felt so alone,
and only with his wife, did he still feel at home.
All from the old days it seem were now gone,
he guessed he was lucky______ he had live for so long.
Old Gypsy blood
My fathers a traveller, an old gypsy man,
He lives in a trailer, he calls his old tan,
He sets around a yog, till late in the night,
Story's hell rockker, to its almost day light.
My mothers a traveller, with old gypsy blood,
Her heart filled with gypsy, motherly love,
She knows how to cook, to scrub and to clean,
She will bring a good shine, to any old thing.
They live in a trailer, that sparkles and shines,
With china around, there's all different kinds,
Crown Darby and Ainslie, and lots off cut glass,
Collected by my mum in the years that have past.
They live on a site that's just out of sight,
There are woods to the left and fields to the right.
My father as a dog its an old lurcker juk,
They go get a rabbet for my mother to cook.
On Sunday they have rabbet pudding or stew,
Wash down with tea and one cup wont do.
Mum makes the best tea we all know that its true
That's why for my father only her tea will do
My father as a lorry its an old transit truck
He takes it to work with his ladders on the back
He looks for a gronta to cut down her trees
If he gets her money then his eager to please
My father and mother are two of the best
Their love for us chavvys we don't have to test
That's why their chavvys all live around
Because no better place could we ever have fond
withed black rose
From the darkest of places I long to be free,
but there's no freedom from the vine that binds and holds me,
unrested is the soul that cries out in shame,
on darkest of night's still there's no ease from pain,
in a forest of blackness withers the soul of the rose,
the cold unrest of darkness is all that she knows.
There's no light in the shadows, no rest in my dreams,
the silence is to loud,my darkness it bleeds
surrounded by shadows, souls of the past
hatred and laughter, how long can it last!
once a beautiful flower now a withed black rose,
prince of the darkness, your darkness she knows!
Grows in your armsOh beautiful flower kissed by the sun,
the power of your warmth, is why the beauty began.
Touched from the light of brightest of stars,
now lost is the past and gone are the scars.
Red is the rose with love in her heart,
the brightest of lights told darkness depart.
Now a beautiful red rose grows in your arms,
she's lost forever to the dark Prince's charms.
The road to nowhere
He was travelling the road to no where,
happy, contented, singing a song,
With his scruffy little dog, tagging along,
No worries, or troubles, and nowhere to be,
how he loved his life, he lived it so free.
She was lost and lonely,traveling the road,
hurting inside, and in her face it showed
So much heartbreak, had pulled her soul down,
her soul in pieces, she traveled around,
Nothing to aim for, nowhere to be,
from the pain inside, she longed to be free.
She didn't know him, when she hitched her a ride,
he'd never seen such beauty, has sit by his side.
She told him her story, has they traveled along,
a unwanted daughter, she has suffered so long,
Abused by a father, who wanted a son,
shed left her home, and this journey began
He told of his travels, the places he'd been,
and the wonderful sights, that he had seen.
In his eyes she saw kindness, from deep in his heart,
she knew that she loved him, right from the start.
It happen so quickly, yet lasted so long!,
a life time together, they traveled along.
No worries, or troubles, and no where to be,
just happy together, they lived so free.
Never be free
So confused and so unsure, questions with out answers, even more then there was before, is there a answer behind a hidden door?
always moving yet standing still, is this forever the way that I will feel?. lost and lonely, yet people all around, am I searching for something ? never to be found!
A big door opens I look inside but I cant find you, where do you hide? In a mirror I see your face, so much change as taken place, lines of age, are you still young? are you a story that's just begun? or a song, that's never to be sung? forever, forever, never to be free? I feel a cold chill closing in on me!
The lays of time pass's by, deep inside me I hear you cry, form myself can i be free? In to the darkness can I see? its time to face my enemy! in the mirror I finely see!, her sad eyes looking back at me!
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