To my father who gives me advise like a friend
always my mate until the end...

How many of us have got real good friends
one's you can talk too when trouble never ends...

He called out her name drifting out of control
he had felt it was time to loose his soul...

You came to me through the door
running as if life no more...

Like an old news paper you throw away
read all the news and whats happened today...

To me all these years you have always been my rock
years ago i almost lost my way but you made me...

Gorgeous can be a state of mind
gorgeous can be one of a kind...

Expanding the mind with drink and drugs,i used to...
seeing bazaar colours orbs and Jesus too...

Your name rains down on me
as i speak it it sounds heavenly...

People tell me being single is great
after a long relationship and losing a good mate...

I try to be hard and block you out
your still in my heart visions no doubt...

Her eyes gazed at me from afar
i am lost in her beauty...