Nothing is more beautiful
Than the sleeping face of a new born child

Nothing more innocent
Than a silent face that knows no sin

Nothing more pure
Than a mind not yet infected with hostile thoughts

Nothing more thrilling
Than the thought that we all started here

Nothing more fearful
Than the realization of how far away we have moved

The future of our world
Lies entirely in our hand
We will create the future
We decide what will stand

Our hearts may be bleeding
But we still have a responsibility
To make the world a better place
For ourselves and others to be

We might not have chosen this
But we are on the battle lines
We have the power to change it
We can rearrange the signs

They will say it is impossible
They say we won't get far
Yet we determine what to do
Together, we can Rewrite the Stars

Who will ever ask ye
o where is lovedly
gone with the wind
or entered a dark forest
kidnapped by Aussies
taken to the ocean
If needed as and when
for an OCEANIC Cremation

But don't shed he told me
what
tears naturally
the ocean has plenty

In my Fathers place I sat
There beneath my Fathers hat
While in hospice He would lie
I believed myself should die

Psychiatry, did seek it out
To find the cause of all my doubt
For all the fear I felt inside
‘Twould lead me into suicide.

While Dad lay he, upon the bed
My thoughts converged on being dead
Each day – each lengthy long held day
Convinced me more of my dismay.