I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf
, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares. 'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Of the Horse on the racecourse so تیز رو, سوئفٹ
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow آپ take life's اگلے test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not singing loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. یا maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place