Close your eyes and come take my hand
As we take a walk across smiling crocodiles
Passing dancing penguins that wish us good morning
So they tilt up their top hats as they greet us
Green and yellow and purple striped tigers
Come bouncing by, chasing pink polka dot butterflies
Kings and Queens jump of of jack in a boxes
Laughing at the horse that has got two heads
You open your eyes and you can see the mad man
Trying to change the world as he writes down his poetry
Giggling to himself in his strange mixed up way
As he looks in the crystal mirror he looks just like me
Look up and watch the bumble bee as he chases the lady bird
The elephant driving in his bright red mini cab
You see the world of floating giant oak doors
And you know it is a shame the read world is on the other side
So we cross over the bridge of a magical rainbow
To where the Satyr dances with the pixie princess
But soon you will forget me and this place we visit
You wake up and the colour has changed to black and white
Amanda Fern was twenty years old, long blond hair with brown eyes and many called her beautiful.
She was desired by many men, a six foot beauty, of slim build with curves that drove them wild.
She always dressed to please, like tonight she wore a dress that left nothing to the imagination, it was pink and by the way it clung to her body it was obvious she wore nothing underneath.
She wore leather knee high boots and she was waiting for a client to pick her up for her job was an escort.
At eighteen a rich boyfriend had paid for her to have implants, 34DD, he had been sixty seven and she had dumped him after she got what she wanted.
She found richer and older men paid more to have her, and they never lasted long, if they had the money she would use them and she never lost her heart to any of them.
She had received three hundred dollars from someone by the name of Sam Haine, she had never met him and she was to wait for transport to pick her up to take her to the rural countryside.
She was hoping this Samuel Haine, whoever he was, would be her next sugar daddy.Suddenly a coach of horses arrived, with a coachman dressed in black, his face hidden by a black scarf who beckoned for her to get into the coach.
"Whatever" she said and enterd and sat in the coach, it had leather seats and must have cost a fortune.
The journey was long, leaving the city and heading for the country, past fields which seemed dark and eerie in the night.
They arrived at a mansion, ivy covered the walls and Amanda could see the large oak doors were open as inviting her to enter them.
The coachman opened the door of the coach, and never spoke but she got the message, she was to enter the mansion alone.
As she entered those oak doors beautiful crystal chandeliers bathed her in candlelight but there was no one to greet her, it was then she heard his voice for the first time.
"Come to the master bedroom, third floor at the top of the stairs, the door is open" he said from up above those stairs with dark gren carpets.It was a voice of someone younger than she expected, a voice that seemed so ancient but sounded so gentle.
Amanda walked up the stairs then came to her destination, through she could see a four poster bed with white silk sheets, covered with red rose petals and as she entered the room she saw him for the first time.
He looked to be thirtyish, he had long flowing brown hair, it flowed past his shoulders and he was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.His eyes seemed coal black, but they shined and he seemed so pale skinned standing there in an old fashioned looking frilled white shirt and black trousers.
He must had been six foot four, she wasn't used to men taller than herself and that voice was like music to her when he spoke.
"You are a beauty indeed, come to me" he said, and she approached him for this was the first time she had ever wanted a man, had felt this way.
He lifted her dress and she felt it glide off over her head and his eyes seemed to glow as he studied her naked her body and she knew she had to have him.
He lay her on the bed and she felt him kiss down her body and then his mouth and tongue found her thighs and he tasted her, and she shuddered with delight.
He probed her masterfully with his tongue, tasting her deep inside and she exploded with an orgasm that rocked her from inside, for the first time she was in love.
He undressed, then joined her on the bed, his body was well formed with muscles and she needed him.
He kissed and gently nibbled her nipples making her wet again, then he was inside her moving with a slow and gentle rhythm, she wrapped her legs around him and screamed as he brought her to orgasm time and time again.
He never made a sound and when he came inside her, she felt him flow deep into her and she felt alive, she never knew sex could ever feel like this.She stayed there on the bed, and she watched him dress and she felt her heart sink, hoping he would ask her to stay and not send her back to the city.
"Please stand my sweet" he said and she obeyed, he came to her and she felt his right hand touch her as her heart beat fast.
She never felt the pain, all she knew was he had something in his head as he took it away from her chest and she looked down and saw her blood gushing from a hole below her left breast.She saw the evil in his eyes as he watched her dying, as darkness came to her all she could think was "He stole my heart".
Come and follow me
And we will be free
To be slaves no more
No need to fight for
Rebel against men from Rome
And I will lead you home
We will have to fight
For what is our right
We will have to kill
Of death I'd had my fill
Follow me my fellow men
We are destinied to be free again
We strike back with our heart
Tearing our enemies apart
For freedom we will strike
Of us, Rome has never seen the like
I know that we will win
For I can sense our lives begin
I hang here over the Appian Way
Crucified for daring to be free this day
They may break my body but my soul lives on
I will still be remembered when my enemies are gone
I am still free and they will never ever understand
For soon I will be a free man at God's right hand
I can hear the song of the trees
It floats from high above my head
Whispering through the rippling leaves
Being also heard by the birds perched
As they begin to dance from branch to branch
And then the birds also join in the song
Listen to the story of the ancient Oak
You shelter in the branches to hear it told
Of a long time ago when fields grew wild
Of the changing centuries that have passed on by
How the Oak has lived through long forgotten battles
It is a story shrouded in a history of hidden lore
Changing colours as the very leaves start to paint
How many artists have these trees always inspired
The Mountain Ash and the Cedar so royal
The tears unseen from the Weeping Willow
The solitude of the lonesome Pine
Gothic secrets in a cemetry of the Yew
I planted a tree to remember those gone by
Knowing as it grows, so their legend lives again
How they changed my life by their own
So now I hope that their song will be sung
Even when I am gone and long forgotten
And like that very tree, I know they will live on
Sometimes I look up into the night sky,
And then I think and wonder why,
Why does life sometimes hurt so bad?
Even when we love, it can be also sad.
Sometimes I sink down on to my knees,
Pray to God, "Can you help me please"?
I wonder if he ever listens to me up there.
I wonder if there is anyone who will really care.
Sometimes everything just falls apart, it goes wrong.
I become so very weak, when I should be strong.
Cruel words seem to always be hurled at my head.
How can you try to forgive, the poison that is said?
Sometimes I feel there is no point in carrying on,
And the days seem to stretch forever long.
So here I am, once again, looking up at the night sky.
Trying so very hard, not to bring down and cry.
Sometimes I thank God I can always turn to you.
You make it so worthwhile, every thing that I do.
So when times are too hard, you stay for awhile.
And sometimes I know, you heal me when you smile.
I saw her crying in the window
It is none of my business to ask why
I guess it is the reason you are here
Drinking your sorrows at this bar, my friend
I've known you both for so many years now
Neither of you have ever had a cross word
You are the heart and soul of what is love
Drinking to hope it goes away never works
I'm guessing all that pressure at work you have
It is getting you and it is dragging you down
But as a man, you believe you have to carry that burden
To never share it with her to cause her to worry
Dry those tears that are starting to fall, my friend
You know she will forgive you, go and talk to her
You married through good and bad, share it now
She is the one keeping you strong, be strong for her
Remember that she loves you, she always will
You love her for she is your World, my friend
Remember that she loves you, her heart is yours
Go home to her, hold and kiss away the tears she cries