Her freedom exists

Her family feuds have gone on for years

No one was good enough for her

She has done all she can to prove to them

That he is really her man

As much as she tries to talk to them you see

They don’t want to compromise

The feuding family

Or stop the arguments that still exist between the others

He tells his father that this must stop

Nothing will get in his way

Of marrying and been with her

Not even the way he feels that day

His father replies to him now son

You hold on a minute you wait

Don’t use that tone with me don’t you

You will do what I say this day

We will turn our backs on you my son

If you don’t walk away from her

Well if that’s what it takes to keep her with me

Then that’s what I may do

So he packs his things

He walks right out the door that day

He kisses his mother goodbye

For he may never come this way again

She is having this very conversation with her folks

They react the same

She shouts at her father also

Im tired of playing your game

People get hurt she says

You only think of yourselves

What about me and the others

Can’t you see what its doing to me

She shuts the door in anger

She shouts I won’t come back

I don’t need your permission to go

I really won’t be back

They both meet each other

They are ready to leave together

When he says we cant leave like this

It really wouldn’t be fair

We must meet them both together

Make them see sense

Even tough he doesn’t believe his words

He just knows her father doesn’t care

They approach them both together

United as one

They tell of how they will marry

But it won’t be on the run

We want your blessing but don’t expect it

It would be great if you could see

Of how much we love each other

Of what your daughter means to me

One thing is for sure if you don’t acknowledge this moment

You will lose her for good

You will loose the best thing that has happened to you

When you could have changed your way of thinking

And give us your blessing like any parent would

Don’t leave asks mother and his mother agrees

They both see that their children’s happiness

Is more important than their differences

And shakes hands to agree to disagree

Walking the Line

I ask you to set me free

It’s the least you can do for me

I have fought back these thoughts for so long now

I can’t stay here anymore you see

I know you really want me

More than I want you

I know we could make it work

I can’t watch you hurt yourself

Cant watch you go berserk

The person I once knew

Has changed so much

Has turned their back on reality

Doesn’t even go to work

Where will we go from here?

What are we to do?

These questions fill my head that hurts

The pain is all to much

Should I stay so you won’t suffer?

Should I go because that’s what I want?

These feelings fill my tired body

These memories of our past still begin to haunt me

I know in time you

Will forgive and forget

I know that time is not now

I don’t expect it just yet

But when you’re in some one else’s arms

And I am just a drifting thought

You will thank me for setting you free

The line that you have fought

Dont step on the cracks

As i walk along
the funny looking path
I see there before me
A funny looking crack
oh no i can hear myself

what will i do
will i step on it
or over it
will i catch it with my shoe

It shouldnt really bother me
But its one of those things that does
i find myself saying
walk on walk on it
it wont do any harm

now im not talking about
the smallest ones you see
Im not stepping on the large ones
Incase im sucked out to sea

I was always told never to step on the cracks
for if you do the day will come
you will be paid back in bad luck
and you will have left your unfortunate tracks

Well it ones of those things i suppose
that you will always have to do
like not walking under a ladder
like having to do the lotto too

Imagine your numbers coming out
and you hadnt even done it
beacuse you were worried about the cracks
on the way to the shop
or the man leting the mop fall from above the ladder

I will conquer this old wives tale
it wont get the better of me
ive jumped enough hurdles
to let one little crack bother me

My Little Star

When i close my eyes nothing is there
I try to communicate
The words are just not there
The frustration the chaos
That swirls around my mind
I cant explain what its like
Im sure you dont mind

I try to show mammy and daddy what i want
The words are not there
They are living in despair
As mammy combs my beautiful long hair

She whispers to me
I know you can hear
I will learn you and teach you
What ever i can
you wont slip through my fingers
im your biggest fan

I show you some pictures of what we can do
you follow me and tell me
what it is i can do
show me what you want to do today
you catch my hand and point to the door
The picture of the door

I can hardly believe your communicating with me
To think i once had you sitting on my knee
And now you are growing up so fast and independantly
your my teacher my star pupil and you are full of life so free

your eyes capture images that others including me cant see
your mind may be like a kalidascope
but your working and improving everyday
geting better the best you can be

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Cara, Singing Why?

Watching over you

He looks down from clouds above
If his arms could touch you
They would surround you with his love
His smile would light up a room

I know you miss him
You would fly to him
if you had a magic broom
When all these taughts are running through your head

And life passes by as you visit his flowery bed
kiss him good night and wish him well
Dont be upset my friend
try not to dwell

I know you are suffering
I know the pain is hard
Its like a knife cutting into you
Your like a crumpled piece of card

Let yourself grieve
let yourself believe
He is always there
Watching over you

someday you meet again
wipe away the tears from your eyes
hold his picture close to you
talk out and dont diguise

The emptyness and lonelyness
That you feel inside
Let people in
you can talk
Its hard for you to where to begin

Knock Knock

There was one or two houses that wouldn’t give anything, one was known for throwing water on people and sure enough lived up to his reputation. The big lads would love this cause they had a bucket of water waiting for him on this particular night and he wouldn’t see it coming. Well everyone was waiting for the big water fight to begin and so sent some idiot in like poor Mark in to knock the door KNOCK KNOCK  went the door with a fragile knock scared out of his pants he was and too right he should be knowing what was about to happen . So he waited at the door and the lads roared KNOCK it again his winging face was priceless I kind of felt sorry for him he had no choice was either face the wrath of this terrible neighbour or his friends so the contrary neighbour it was . Eventually the light lit up the door way and Mr .Thomas answered the door with a huge smile TRICK OR TREAT went Mark. Then came the slow frosty cold voice I will give you trick or treat ya little bollocks the language my ears would bleed for weeks after . The bucket was in his unforgiving hands and just as the water was about to leave the bucket Joe came running around the corner with his bucket of water at this stage Mark was making a break for it and Joe’s bucket of water soaked this contrary excuse of a human being. The inbreeds he roared out in a shrilling voice that would shake up the Rocky Mountains. The shock and roaring went from pure laughter the front of his house was like a cinema, only difference no admission fee was needed free for all whom wanted a laugh or two. The old shite had learned a valuable lesson, watch thy neighbour as they would watch you.  He never mixed or meddled with any of us again not long after he left not that we forced him out but he just didn’t like us and that was apparent from his disgraceful actions. We all went to he bonfire that night waiting patiently for it to be lit and we counted down as if it were new years eve 10, 9 , 8 ,7, 6, 5 ,4 ,3 ,2, 1……and BLASTOFF like a rocket of its kind went the fire you could fry a small animal on it . We were all so proud of the boys that had made this all possible , well done said everyone coming up to shake their hands they were like heroes to us that night . The joy and pride and their young faces was priceless.  As the night went on the crowds began to get smaller and smaller until there was only the chieftains left looking after there ring of fire and sure they were entitled to have the laugh. They would follow on some time later .  That fire would burn for days after and would serve its purpose