No fancy paper, no fountain pen
not even a card from me to send...

Christmas gifts, cold asses and sniffs
warm Christmas pud and whiskey nips...

She likes solitude to dream in
she likes mystery in all it's guises...

Understanding and attentive
your encouragement arouses awe...

Behind a cunning smile
I protect the real true me...

This soul lost, bides time to be uncovered
This soul stolen, holds back from being retrieved...

THE BRITISH SOLDIER
In a station in the city a British soldier stood...

A WHISPER AWAY
I can hear you all around me...

(not mine, but just thought I'd post, it was...
SLEEP TO DREAM...

To whom it may concern,
I write this letter to my heart...

I dig my heels into the dirt
'Cause this one's gonna hurt...

My tears in ink
through paper gracefully sink...