The party's kicked off, with quite a bang
All my old friends, have come out to hang...

There is no warmth nor light nor sound
as I lay here, trussed up and bound...

As I look back on the winding road
with many a twist and turn...

I have a voice that shrieks into the night
to break the shackles of this joyless plight...

I have a new mobility scooter
with big wheels, lights and bag...

Clip not the blind of wings to let them soar
give them the tools a path your love to find...

Please Mr Sandman, come my way
before too dark the close of day...

Be glad your health is not impaired
by some strange illness that is shared...

Theres a penquin in my sandwich box
he's wearing bright green socks...

Have I not breathed the very air
that shouted once of freedom shared...

There is a place, where the sea greets the land
where white bubbled water, washes golden sand...

Orange blossom showers
On organza silk...