The father still loves me
And he loves you too...

Your spectre keeps me sleepless
Smiling wide into the darkness...

O’er the garden wall
Too nimble to fall...

The king that’s bound upon the throne
Won’t be getting beauty sleep...

Tears of laughter in the dying light
The good all hanging from a great height...

Let’s talk about trauma
Where to begin...

Walking a Death Valley of colour
Searching for just the blues...

Far beyond the needs of succour
Out of the reach of suffering...

Inside I’m just bare boards
Music without chords...

My heart shattered into a hundred different pieces
Tattered strips lie trodden on the floor...

No heart, no soul
Yellow bellied from the get go...

My friend has not been very well
He has a condition which affects his teeth...