I remember
The bubbly ocean
The smell was wonderful
I remember the sound
Of children playing
And the feel of the hot sand
It was such a relaxing place
I remember the colourful umbrellas
Standing straight and still
I remember the blue birds singing
A song called
‘Twit-a-woo.’
I think about Christmas, prizes and presents
I think about Easter eggs and more
I think about everything
I even think about puppies, cats and bunnies
I think about my family
Mummy, Daddy, Jessica, me and Bethany.
I even think about
Love, peace and beauty.
I think about Britain’s Got Talent
Simon, David, Amanda and Alesha.
I think I’ve told you
Everything now.
Imagine there was freedom to believe,
Soldier attacking me and asking me to leave,
I was in a cell there and then,
Surrounded by a bunch of criminal men
In the canteen getting beats,
Then asking me what I want to eat from a selection of meats,
People in the open space lifting weights,
Then them saying that I have no mates.
After eating my gruesome meal,
But at least it was not an electrical eel,
See men wiping their tears,
On the other hand men holding spears
I know this might seem as a misery,
But when I’m free this will be ancient history,
At least I’m not crying like a wimp
Crazy men acting like chimps
I’m not crying tears of dread,
Other people putting pillows under their beds,
People holding their cuddly toys
Fortunate people looking at alloys
I can’t wait to get out,
Then climbing up a mount,
Hearing people rev their cars
And then eating Snicker bars
Going to steel poles,
I will see my family
And I will make them so happy
On the sand I saw a shell,
the shell had been washed up by the tide.
I said, “Come, shell, come.”
But the shell, as if by magic, flew away,
and was taken far, far away,
right to the other side of the ocean.
I wonder if the shell will reach my grandad,
far, far away,
right to the other side of the ocean.
Maybe he will find it one day.
My lighthouse
is on the rock
My lighthouse
Is in the middle of the sea
Where the waves are crashing
Against it
I can see my lighthouse
From miles away
When I look at my lighthouse
My thoughts are free.
Melodies dancing in the air
Treble clefs twirling here and there
Notes jumping on the lines
Quavers are a favourite of mine
Singing, dancing everywhere
Music to my ears.
I started running
Across the streets, at night
My eyes open
Arms swaying back and forth
Like a train
Running on the roads
Houses passing by
Trees go behind
Soon,
Everything I see is a blur
Parks, gardens, street lights
All smudged up together
And I have a sharp pain in my side
With tiring lungs
And a wheezing heart
I force my tormented feet
To keep moving
Sweat races down my cheek
As I stop to gasp for breath
Winded and spent
I know that I am
Exhausted
The world feels grey
When all is lost
Still, hope is determined
It takes a paintbrush
And allows you to
See the world
In a different light
It colors the trees
The orchards and gardens
It colors the sky
The birds and clouds
It colors the forests
The animals and insects
It allows you to start again
On a blank canvas
What thay want,
Is all I need,
All I feel
All I think
The place to be
They spoke to me
I couldn’t see
They told me that I needed to just be me
I was confused
I didn’t know
That they could see what I can’t
They spoke to me
What they want is all I need
All I feel
All I think
The place to be
They told me to reveal myself
I said to them that they had to reveal themselves
But they didn’t…
And now i hear
GHOSTS
And now I hear
GHOSTS
They speak to me
They speak to me
GHOSTS
They speak to me.
Speaking to ghosts
Speaking to ghosts
Set me free please
‘cos i’m speaking to ghosts
Help me, I’m speaking to ghosts,