From a distance you can see the light
Shining above her head so bright...

Sitting in a room surrounded by strange faces
Listening to each tragic story, the pain, the...

Whispering softly
into your ear as I cry...

I was first created in the fourties
Not in my own episode one...

Hands
tremble...

In a country known for its friendliness
where we are all each other’s “mate...

A tear running away
From my eye...

Mangos, strawberries and apples
Oranges, lemons and limes...

Sniffles, sore throat, lots of sleep
I am so sick of being sick...

I lost a friend a week or so ago
To a sensless act of unwanted violence...

I miss you like the stars miss the moon
on the darkest of the months night...

Happy children singing
All over every street...