UNITED NATIONS

The United Nations find their way,

Through war torn streets, treading carefully.

Where women and children cry out loud,

And men crouch down, theirs heads are bowed.

They lost a son, a father, a mother.

A sister was here, having coffee with her brother.

There was an explosion, so loud, so fierce,

It happened so fast, there was no time for tears,

But as the dust settled, the horror emerged,

The bodies they found were so badly burned.

Death and destruction, part of everday life,

They live by the gun, they live by the knife.

It's a terrible place, this world of ours,

As torn religions fight for power.

AND THE WIND BLOWS HOME

As the sun rises over misty waters,

Herons wade, and the fish swim deep,

A lonely boat breaks free of its mooring,

And drifts away to a bitter end,

A the wind blows home.

As the sun rises at the break of dawn,

People rise from the streets below.

The door silently closes on a world unknown,

Death, pain and unhappiness,

And the wind blows home.

No hopes, no dreams to carry us on,

Death and destruction at every turn,

The loss of innocence, a childhood unknown,

No trust and no faith in our fellow man,

And the wind blows home.

Take comfort in your faith,

A killer in disguise,

Arms open wide, a twisted smile,

The look of hatred, not friend but foe,

And the wind blows home

As the tanks roll through the war-torn cities,

Soldiers on foot follow through,

The homeless pack up their meagre belongings,

To begin their search for a safer place,

And the wind blows home.

Love, peace and happiness,

Is all we require,

A world with no fighting, just one desire,

To live our lives happy and free,

And the wind blows home.

SUICIDE

Moonlight over shimmering waters,

Waves break over rocky shores,

Darkness wraps itself around you,

Claiming mind, body and soul.

Sun rising on a misty morning,

Cold air over dew-soaked grass,

Your body lies still, so cold in death,

Your soul released to a better place.

In life, you were a tormented being,

No hopes, no dreams, just hanging on

To a threadbare life, so full of sorrow,

A self-inflicted nightmare of the first degree.

The outstretched hand you refused to take,

The offers of help you pushed aside,

You chose to wallow in your own self-pity,

And finally paid the ultimate price.

What price for those you left behind,

Selfish in death, as you were in life,

A self-destruction no love could change,

Spineless to the bitter end.

Is your sould now free, in a peaceful place,

Or still wandering, a tormented being?

Will peace ever give you soul a chance,

Or will the tentacles of hate keep peace at bay?

The distant questions and guilt of loved ones,
Left behind, wondering what went wrong,

Were they to blame for the way you were feeling?

A hurt so deep, can't right the wrong.