Beauty can bring the man out of the Child...

It was ten to three
on the 07/6/04,

i hear from a hospital ward a baby crying
of which brings tears to my eyes

we already have something in common a bond
A bond that i have to
stand,
cherish
nurture.

Before my special little girl
was born i was what you would call

A TEARAWAY.I THOUGHT I KNEW BEST.

Was untouchable sometimes i thought i was invisible & didn't give a flying fuck
 fuck you,  fuck the world
fucked myself,

the plates the screws more broken bones than a 7 stone body  being tossed, flung about.

The car.

Which is now spinning on its roof top.

Just as the few ton jugganort.

Collides.

Hitting the car straight into the dashboard.

The arctic seemed to go through the car .

As does a hot knife through butter.

i so so wanted negative energy wrapped around me

The prisons,
hospitals,
violence,
basically insanity near on its worst,
but that wasnt enough i wanted more,
prison lock me up for good was my attitude
fuck the law

who are they
PUBLIC SERVENTS fuck em

I had no rock bottom as some would call it,
ROCK BOTTOM,

well let me tell you my friend
there was no bottom i just kept falling over & over again
,i will let you my friend who ever you are
,little by little
know the secrets
that have haunted
me for more than 25 years,

IT WAS MY SPECIAL LITTLE GIRL

LOIS

THAT MADE ME SEE THE BEAUTY

THAT LIFE HAS TO OFFER