Before i see this chance slip
through my fingers...

Some of us can sing,
some can write...

We seem to be
standing at a crossroads...

I want him back in my life
but gettin involved with him means...

I don't know how you feel
or what to say...

As I sit here and think
of all God's children...

You mourn for those whom you have never known
But I, dear friends, I mourn for you...

I won't dwell
I won't drown myself...

I know inside my heart
That the day you leave West and maybe Manchester...

I forgot how wonderful
it feels to just sit and write...

I didn’t want to like you
The laws of life had other ideas though...

The days they are dwindling
I'm not sure I'm ready, the excitement is setting...