Life
Not rising through
Like arms in a sleeve
Because we had time
We had time to breathe
The bad times are here
The bad times have come
But life can’t be over
When it hasn’t begun
The lake shines and the water’s cold
All that glitters can turn to gold
Silence the music to improve the tune
Stop the fake smiles and howl at the moon
Howl, into the night,
Howl, until the light,
Howl, your turn to fight,
Howl, just make it right
Howl howl howl howl
(Repeat to fade)
Love and Pain
‘I hate this ... process,’ Nora told Mrs Elm, with real force in her voice. ‘I want it to STOP!’
‘Please be quiet,’ said Mrs Elm, with a white knight in her hand, concentrating on her move. ‘This is a library.’
‘We’re the only two people here!’
‘That’s not the point. It is still a library. If you are in a cathedral, you are quiet because you are in a cathedral, not because other people are there. It’s the same with a library.’
‘Okay,’ Nora said, in a lower voice. ‘I don’t like this. I want it to stop. I want to cancel my membership of the library. I would like to hand in my library card.’
‘Youarethe library card.’
Nora returned to her original point. ‘I want it to stop.’
‘No you don’t.’
‘Yes I do.’
‘Then why are you still here?’
