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Daniel McCann, 27 marca 2012

I don't see

A figure of beauty frightens me through my blurry eyes.
Looking up I see black and blue, two different sky's
which will appear I do not know when I wake
whatever it may be I don't know which one to take.

Because beauty does direct me with her voice
and the softness of her hand, it leaves me no choice
she leads me through doors to a room of powder
oh she who is beautiful tells me I have one hour.

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Daniel McCann, 27 marca 2012

My Last Shot

I only realise how drunk I am when I look in the toilet mirror.
'Wow you are wasted'.
I swear I had more money than this? let me wet my hair.
'That's better'.
I swear ive just sobered up, I look good. Im sober,
but now my moneys wasted.
'So what? The blonde in the corner is waiting for you
You know what to do
go and by one last shot'.
Okay.
Im gonna go and buy- no, no im not coz theres a condom machine
and this is all the money Ive got.
'No, go and buy one last shot,
she will take the pill she wont give you a baby in a cot. She wont'.
She didnt, she gave me an std coz of the condom I forgot.

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Daniel McCann, 27 marca 2012

Walk Of Shame

Another bed
another dark morning
another man.

Another sour taste from the night before
another cold bed
another look at her clothes on the floor.

Another night when she is gone
another is not one
another look at whats been done
another exit from what was more than fun.

Another memory to know no name
another look before the walk of shame.

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Daniel McCann, 27 grudnia 2011

Baby Kate

Kate closes the door
falls to her bedroom floor
kate cant even stand
the results in her hand

Kate closes her eyes
sees happiness she tries
to see a new world
but theres a worried girl

A girl stood staring
showing concern, caring
her heart is broken
looks up her eyes open

Kate picks herself up
a nightmare kate is shook
sees her reflection
then she asks a question

Can i get through this?
it was also her whish
can this pain be gone?
but kate doesnt respond

Puts on her lipstick
she had been feeling sick
so she took the test
kates chronicaly depressed

Posative results
kate took many insults
through out her life time
now isnt the right time

A jobs on the way
to give kate better pay
but kate can not work
it is over for her

Kate sits in her room
mayby a baby soon
kates next door neighber
kates neighbers in laber

Kates neighbers baby
is so small its crazy
the test was posative
kate never had a kid

Kate only whishes
that she could have a kid
that she could just live
kates test was posative

Just a simple smear
cancer and it was clear
kate didnt want
anyone to hear

The neighbers baby
came home it was crazy
police were everywhere
ambulances were there

At exacly seven
kate went to heaven
but for what its worth
a new baby girl
named after kate
came down to earth
and when kate went to heaven
baby kate was born
at exacly seven.

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Daniel McCann, 27 grudnia 2011

Answer

When the tower falls
the hour calls
through the walls of redemption
the sentence completes the tension
talking to the tides
it guides life towards a childs pride
as he hides he seeks
counting down the years he never leaves.

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Daniel McCann, 27 grudnia 2011

My Little Brown Haired Girl

I keep a looking for my little brown haired girl
I've searched, I've looked all over the world for her
I've even been to county down
and even though you know how that story goes
mines different cause I had her
I lost her and now can't find my Rose.

I keep a looking for my little brown haired girl
I have the words I didn't express
the importance of you to me I did not stress
instead I did let my stress stop me from loving you my best
so I'm saving to buy a car, and I'm a heading a west.

I keep a looking for my little brown haired girl
cause when you are a boy, you know all boys wanna be men,
thinking of the time when we first met
the times together I will never forget them
I can't help but wonder if I'll ever look into your green eyes agen.

I keep a looking for my little brown haired girl
I'm dressed in my Sunday clothes
but I just look like a somebody nobody knows
when I was in county down I couldn't find you so I got you a rose
so if I knock on the door of your room please don't keep it closed.

Because I keep a looking for my little brown haired girl
there are many familiar in this world, but none like her
cause if you wanna walk towards me without her smile
I'll be telling you for more than a mile, you can run on
because when I see my little brown haired girl
I see she is now a young brown haired woman.

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