If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way.
Oh Tell Me!
Bold baby born into a world so black It lacks the ability to be bright. Where in every bad trade there is a mad jack Ready to steal your smile in the night, So that he can hide it in his room- Where everyday he plots your doom.
How in your ignorance you have the sense To be happy and not like an old man tense Because he will soon step into his grave And enter back into mother natures womb. Whilst you many a year have to be brave To save the hearts of ladies from the tomb.
I’ll Tell You!
Old man who’s weak hands hold me in his frail arms Who’s back lacks the strength to stand tall and straight And who smells of the stink that shall always bait The lovely lady death to come your way. As she’s been attracted to all your charms So she’ll make you for your long life pay.
That i’m happy because long have i been dead In our mothers womb that’s also a tomb And i’d forgotten how much life has to give. Until now when i was born again Into a world in which there’s much to smile for.
If you light a lamp for someone, that same lamp lights your path.
There are times, when I’m wide awake in a state of sleep. Times when in the midst of a bad dream, I can see deep- Into the soul of a world so sad it cannot tell, The haven of heaven, apart from the ruin of hell.
Then there are times, when I’m asleep in a wakeful state, So that I must be dreaming with my eyes open wide, To see the vision of a knight riding on a mare- On a quest to quench the thirst, of that us did try to scare.