YOUR MINUTE- SOMEONE'S DAY

V. Walking down the same old street,
The old lady with the bag.
She used to walk so brisk,
With years her feet begin to drag.

V. And no one seems to have the time
To smile or stop and say hello.
And with each passing lonely day,
The pain in her eyes seems to grow.

Ch. So if you have a minute, won't you stop?
Ask her how she is today.
And as you see her face light up,
You know your minute's made her day.

V. She once was beautiful and young
With a man and kids of her own.
Her husband's dead her children- gone
And now she's learnt to be alone.

AN OFF-WHITE GIRL IN TECHNICOLOUR

These days seem crazy
I spend most of my time
Travelling up and down these mixed- up streets
I no longer see the dirt and grime.

Sometimes the lights are dimmer
But tonight they're glowing bright
All around me people are living their lives
And I can feel that something's right.

In some eyes there is a spark
Of dreams that keep them alive
And I wonder why I am so different
But I know that I'll survive.

Maybe I am just an observer
I'm rooting for neither side
I sit in the stands and say nothing
Clinging to shadows where I can hide.

They never heard the words spoken
It might have been a strange dialect
Broken heart and battered faith
No longer searching for respect.

I think I belong to the off-white times
Between technicolour and black-and-white
Where peace was still in style
And where the might was with the right.

But I'll live my life as a spectator
Quiet in the crowd
I'll write about it; record it in my heart,
And never speak out loud.

OUR DARKEST HOUR

Far from the lights, far from the sound,
Miles above the choking ground.
It screams in anguish, cries to me,
He does not see, He will not see.

Happiness long forgot, the iron fist blazes hot.
The weeping wound- when will it clot?
Turmoil reigns supreme, enthroned
Ragged souls in hearts stone-cold.

What can they seek to quench the flame?
Who will soothe the searing pain?
Fear claws at the gasping heart
Shrieking doubt rips them apart.

I'm begging end it and be done.
Then once again, we'll se the sun.
Relief streams down the scarred face
Of a lonely planet in an endless race.