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11 years ago today the sun stopped shining,
For 4,015 nights I have looked up to the bright stars trying to say goodbye;
In a few months I will be holding my baby Boy,
But to see his Great Grandma I will have to pick him up and point towards the sky
It breaks my heart to think you will never even get the chance to meet my baby Boy;
It breaks my heart to think you never even got to see me find the true meaning of joy
When I whispered goodbye to you I was just a lost boy,
But I am writing you this letter today as a man;
11 years ago heaven had a vacancy for a special angel, so they employed my Nan
My dreams are now filled with memories and the times we spent together;
The date you left us is now tattooed on my arm, along with the words
“In My Heart Forever”
You taught me how to love,
You taught me how to fly;
I promise to tell my baby Boy all about you,
And when he asks where you are I will simply
Point towards the sky.
Barry Mowles ©2014
Our modern world is changing, and everyone is busy blaming the youth of today;
But how can we blame the future, when it was us who made their world this way.
Our street corners are full, as our children think that it’s okay to walk into the darkness with a knife;
When did we stop teaching our kids that the greatest ever gift, is quite simply LIFE.
Footballers earning a million pound a month, whilst children in Africa sit crying their hunger pain;
Pier pressure is weighing down our future generations, as they begin to buckle under the strain.
Our children are now living in a virtual world, with MSN, Facebook and Twitter, they no longer need to speak face to face;
If only they knew time was so valuabl
e, and a lost childhood is the one thing that no one could ever replace.
Girls desperate to be thin, as their air brushed idols kneel at the toilet throwing up their breakfast, lunch and tea;
A silent generation sits texting on the latest mobile, whilst playing their PS3.
Faces hide behind hoodies, but not all youngsters want to go out and cause a riot;
Each of us is born with a hidden gift, but our future children have just forgotten how to find it.
We are leaving a broken planet to our children’s children, whilst our Governments just spout hot air, adding to our global warming;
With the worlds ice caps still melting, and our wildlife slowly disappearing, this is starting to sound more like a global warning.
Older generations demand respect, but its one way traffic, as respect back is something they do not show;
Instead of teaching our children how to fly, we tie them down with yet another ASBO.
Frustration and neglect flows through the streets of this concrete jungle, the one place that we now all call our home;
Bullies and racists still torture their victims, leaving them to cry in the shadows, all on their own.
Plastic surgery changing bodies, changing faces, as the years pass the dreams we all had as children slowly fade away;
Before long the dawn of a new generation will begin, and no doubt people will still be blaming,
The youth of today.
Barry Mowles (copyright)
In my past I was falling,
And when I hit rock bottom I truly landed with a thud;
I use to dream of making footprints in the sand, but in reality I was just making
Footprints in the mud
I use to hide away from the outside world, as I was so tired of being treated like a useless piece of crap;
I never wrapped myself up in cotton wool, but that didn’t stop people prodding me like I was a torn up piece of bubble wrap
At times I wished I could brush away the dark clouds above my head,
So I could lift up and reverse the rain;
Every day I wished I could visit heaven,
So that I could let my Nan and Granddad breathe again
Each night I would make a paper airplane filled with verses,
And as I threw it towards the heavens I always hoped that it would soar;
But I guess those letters were soaked with too many tears, as they would always crash down and hit the floor
Looking back now I guess I was lost with no direction,
My life was like a boat, but I had simply lost my sail;
But over time I used this ink to rewrite my dreams so that I could never fail
I used a pen to make my dreams come true,
I used a piece of paper for a tissue that wiped away all of my tears, sweat and blood;
So now I am finally making footprints in the sand,
After spending so many years making,
Footprints in the mud.
Barry Mowles ©2014