I took my faith and I threw it to the wind
For what is a heart that cannot fly
And what is a love that’s so contained
That the past steals the present
As the memories fade
And the diamond of hope
Becomes the home of the jaded
Where even breathing is an effort
And sighing is the marathon
Of the dreams lost in spider webs
And moments long forgotten
Tell me Captain what’s our destination
And tell me Mother why are we forsaken
Through the shafts of coloured light
Where the forests that once stood
Where nature and beauty were all
Mending the soul of every being
And twisting a tale of mystery
About both the living and the dying

We are long gone from that first place
Where we once stood in wonder
Now all we see is the dark sky
As the lightning breaks the thunder
With folded arms and empty wallets
Down the same old dusty road
And we do this all in whose name
While all around is poverty amidst the greed
Is it too late to take in hand the energy
Is it too late to reconvene what once played as a band
All the hopes the dreams the vision
All the places and the speeches of derision
And we just soldier on day after day
In a particularly strange and unnatural way
Down headlong through the mists of time
Sometimes clean but mostly full of grime
So where are you now Father
And tell me what happened to the message of your son
As we stagger through the chaos
And lie around in beds of fun
While around us breathes a monster
And below us starts to shift
Will someone please press the button of life’s lift

The grace of swans cannot redeem us
The plight of Freedom creeks and groans
While children in the care of priests
abused begin to moan
But still we are unable to shake the walls
Of the house designed by the fallen architect
What can we learn from such a journey
What can we bring and what can we take
When the custodians of our future
All turn out to be fakes
And yet the heart stills knows the joy
The brimming beauty of youth
Yes the chorus of the innocents is yet to be sung
So give me time within each moment
To steal a glance at the wonder
As we role down through the years
While our houses fall asunder
As the eye of the needle approaches
Between the cupboard and the roaches
We go on … and yes ..we just go on
In this place we call our home

With Love and delicious delusions from
Billy Daubenton

Random thoughts from 5h30am Saturday 17th April