There is a Thin Line There is a thin line between Life and death Love and hate How many of us find that out When it’s far too late? There are words never spoken
I will not wear a Poppy I will not wear a poppy For Remembrance Day The self righteous will be up in arms In their own ignorant way I’ll try not to remember What the poppy represents
Wrong Kind of People I should accept that sometimes in life You can meet the wrong kind of people It’s like a visit to an unknown church Where you cannot see the steeple
Spider on a fly Catch me lame Pray on my weakness You can slow me down When I’m sleepless I get carried away When I’m confused So whatever you say Will be something true
Autumn Calling Let the leaves lie They’ll depart this earth when they are bored See that grey sky It’s nature sharpening its winter sword The eerie quiet Interrupted by a crow
