How did it get like this
Where did it go all wrong...

I'm lying here on the bed of roses
Where you left me...

Quiet hero
My Hero is the quiet type...

Like the clouds
My eyes weep...

You stand there in your favourite place
Amoungst the flowers in natures grace...

Whilst sitting by the hot fire
I remember a time long ago...

This poem is for my best friend Lisa...

We cannot choose our parents
We cannot choose our life...