Wondering where our lives are going Shaped by life and what we’re thrown in Only knowing where we’ve been Altered by the things we’ve seen We were born to love and hate and Need to give ourselves a shake We should be starting to forgive Tomorrow’s our chance to start to live Our faces changed by former wives And memories of the lost lives Of our old friends who never swayed In our forgotten glory days. We’ve buried too many far too young Seen mothers crying for their sons If we’re to lose another loved one Please God let me be the one. They reckon only the good die young So I guess we’re just the rotton ones Cos all the Angels who’ve crossed my sky Have died too young and said goodbye But I’ve drunk with them when my mood slides And the brandy’s hardly touched the sides As I contemplated my own end My Guardian Angels are my friends.

07/01/2009