like the summer sun

I miss you like the summer sun
when winter's grip is on
I miss you like a drowning man
misses air when it's all gone

You can't say

You can't say I didn't love you
never say it wasn't real
you were the heaven in my hell
the only heartbeat I could feel

You can't say I didn't love you
never say it wasn't right
you were my sun and moon
you were my day and night

You can't say I didn't love you
never say I didn't care
my home's inside your heart
and if you look I'll still be there

Soul Pollution

the words you scream
pollute your soul
they bury themselves
deep inside your brain
they gnaw at your flesh
invade your sense of self
you think you're going mad
and blame me for your agony
but the real enemy is you
the real victim ... is you
the real pain is the one
that you relive countless times
and every time you abuse me
you dig your soul
a deeper hole

for Dominic - a forever friend

Come sit with me awhile
beneath the sumach tree
and we'll remember who we were
then talk of who we'll be
How did you grow so warm and wise
so full of quiet dignity?
your light shines brighter, bolder now
your heart is true infinity

I still love you baby

'I still love you baby'
I throw that thought into the air
and let the wind carry it onward
I don't know where you are
but I'm sure that it will
find your lips and kiss them
and whisper it's message
softly inside your mind
before you close your eyes
and fall asleep tonight...

pysche

you still act like such a psycho
start to think it's not an act
you make up lies about me
then proclaim them all as fact

you constantly harass me
make me wish that I were dead
then have the nerve to tell me
that my diaries you've read

as if that's not bad enough
you try to offer me advice
did no-one ever teach you
that prying's just not nice?!

you really take the biscuit
you seem to want control
of my inner thoughts and feelings
my heart, my mind, my soul

bird's nest made with Leo's fur

at least the birds appreciate the fact that Leo sheds loads of fur!

jerk

you think that if you make me suffer
it will somehow stop your pain
but you can't make me sick enough
to make you well again
so tell me why you act this way
from the bottom line to the top
does being a jerk feel so damn good
that you don't want to stop?

sunny sunday

heart and soul

don't let life harden your heart honey
don't let life narrow your brain
if you sit like Midas counting your money
your world can go down the drain

don't let life smash up your dreams baby
don't let life stamp on your art
if you're wondering yes, no or maybe
you may never chance it and start

don't sell your soul to the devil, dear
he's got more than his share it seems
hold on to what's true and soon you'll clear
the path to follow your dreams