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

Eighteen and a rebel stating my place
wrapped in the arms of my parents embrace...

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

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...

The bond between child and mother
stronger than most any other...

This world is filled with hate and war
with greed and ego at the fore...

Gentle dove with crystal breath
with plumes that touch my heart...

They say that love lasts for a moment
then naturally fades away...

Hey Little mice, wrap yourselves up warm
come to my house and be safe from the storm...

Billy Bromms is a borrower
You know the type I'm sure...

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