But what if, like me, you live on the top floor And the tower block lift doesn’t work anymore? And all you can find is a small plastic bucket? Six flights of stairs and then nowhere to chuck it?
It's time to choose what matters more: Future hope? or keeping score?
And only soldiers hear the screams Of ghosts that linger in my dreams
It’s real. It’s true True as you are. Now.
It’s lost.It’s gone.It got so smallIt slipped my grip;I felt it fall. I think I blinkedAnd it was gone.I’m not too sure how I go onWithout its glow My heart grew darkThe future grim, austereToo stark. Please, help me look.Has it gone far?A cloudy night,A tiny star,Beyond my reach,Beyond my ken? How to hope for [...]