With every passing moment,Do I realise,That I have to find beauty in the scars of life,have to rebuild my home,each time lightning strikes,have to carry on....have to survive...to see cheer on my lads faceand warmth in my wifes embrace,can't give up my memoriesbut have to memorise,it's the war within that I have to win...Have to sit down some day some whereto clear my blurred up vision of the little dreams I built,have to survive,have to hold on to my spirit just a little bit more...just a bit more to survive
