The Little Pain The little pain like river runs In to the heart so locked and deep A feather falls a thousand tonnes The mine where even diamonds weep The little pain like drifts of snow A pile of pebbles on the beach A toy it winds just watch it go A shelf of sweets too high to reach The little pain like roaring wind That knocks the flower from it's feet The good intentions trashed and binned To win the race you can't compete The little pain like burning sun The acid tears of endless days To care not what bad has been done To care not what the starling says

Day Is Over Running away from yesterday Turning away from the past Clinging to elusive peace And wishing it would last Bury my head in my pillow Bills, regrets and getting fatter The looming shadows of tiny things The trivia that doesn't matter Never having time enough The dramas just too big to face The comfort of a humble bed The last remaining sacred place Forgive yourself and then forget Think only of your secret dreams Snuggle down and fall to sleep Noughts as bad as sometimes seems