Days like these It's days like these When I'm down on my knees Can't see the forest for the trees I'm the lonely one Days like these are a fatal disease It always seems I'm the only one Whatever you say never takes it away never seems to allay my fears Just leave me pictures and memories That'll be all for now I'll swim alone in the raging seas Someday I'll try open my wings and Fly Touch the beckoning sky Soar above mountains Higher than high Oh fly, Stretch these willing wings Hear how the song echoes and rings I'll be your guide then When the road is long When the fear is strong I will be ever there at your side I'll be there. |
Andrew Philip Note that this poem was composed as a song. M2M Issue 1, June 1992 p.39 Drawing of bedraggled bird by Zak Benjamin |