nicola burkett

A hero thinks of others before they think of themselves
A hero will die to protect
A hero can be of any age, any colour
A hero can be man, woman or child
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When i was a child, i thought they could do no wrong
When i was a child, everyone seemed to get along
When i was a child we were always together
When i was a child, i thought it would last forever
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We know what we want, when we want
And we're not afraid to ask
When we find, we we're right all along
We relish and in the moment we bask
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Running towards her pumpkin
At the stroke of midnight
Her lost slipper upon the stair
In the silver majestic moonlight
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Over England’s dales
Deep past the ever green
Inside the forest
Lives the Fairy Queen
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A suicide note
I carved on my chair
With a rusty old key
Wrapped in devils hair
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He was a punk rocker, she a groupie tart
They couldn't live without, they couldn't live apart
Sometimes the love consumes the fuel too fast
And when it does you know it'll never last
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I hate myself for hurting you
The pain and heartache i put you through
I killed the love that we once had
I took everything good and turned it bad
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The bright lights of Las Vegas
Casinos open around the clock
Wedding bells, Grand hotels
A place where the fornicators flock
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The pain you’re in I can see
When you say this to me
There is nothing the matter wrong with me
I’m as healthy as can be
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The naughty nun and the Catholic priest
Gathered in the rectory for a sexual feast
With cigarette smiles and moaning pleas
The naughty nun drops down to her knees
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A period of extreme poverty of the lower working classes
As they worked to the death the rich sat politely on their arses
London’s poor tried to scrape a living doing jobs the devil created
As the rich sat at their windows laughing at the pitiful souls they hated
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At that moment in time, the point of no return
You’re standing inside the fire watching yourself burn
You don't feel the pain as you stand comfortably numb
Watching your life unfold, watching it come undone
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Dreaming of the man with beautiful green eyes,
I dream of me sleeping in his arms where I lie,
His breath on my skin his body clenched with mine,
The taste of his kiss is sweeter than wine,
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Doc wilde, poetry’s golden child
Sharing his visions with you and me
Awe inspiring beauty
Through this mans eyes we see
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You no longer smile
My poor unfortunate child
Tears replace your grin
Falling rapid and wild
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Dirty cigarette smiles
And alcohol stained kisses
Curled up like a frightened child
As she so painfully reminisces
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June stars
January moon
The light dies too quickly
And the dark arrives too soon
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I watch the birds over head as they cut through the sky
Envious of their freedom as they elegantly fly
Wishing that it were I that was leaving this place
To search of love and passion for my soul to grace
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Back in black I hit you hard
With my classic rock chick style
I shake my hips to zeppelin hits
And watch you as you smile
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