Remind the mind, don’t be small, Quickly learn that life’s a ball, Wallflowers stand and just observe… Have one-track: ‘I deserve’. Who can dance to many tunes,
Sometimes there are no answers To a stab from behind All we can do is face it out Or lose ourselves, be blind Blind is often what we need
No one escapes the scathes of life Each of us must suffer But for every bruise we take There is a soothing buffer. For every night there is a day,
I find myself death wondering I wonder what it’s like I’ve seen it happen elsewhere Sometimes it’s on a bike Some folk manage peaceful
1st night in Cannes it started Affair of heart so grand All loves before departed Made way for my grandstand The famous Festival it was
We’re all woods and deserts, the hot and the cold, The high and the low, the meek and the bold, The cruel and the kind,
Most men, Some men, how to know? Which are real or fake? Which can be depended on? Which are a big mistake? Some men are white, some are black
This girl I once knew, It doesn’t seem so long. Into my life she came like sun, Life was a happy song. Every day was summer,
A paradise is our fair place, Even for not young of face. Age is but a trifling thing, Life’s seasons seem forever spring… Chasing angels, youthful beauty,
Colours of man they speak of As if just one is right But shades of hues we each be Can all be dark or light A shade of grey sometimes descends
