I Told You I Was

I Spent Many Years Laughing At Harry Secombe's Singing Until Somebody Told Me That It Wasn't A Joke.

I Cannot Stand Being Awake, The Pain Is Too Much.

This Silent Call You Make, A Silence So Loud I Fear The World Knows It's Meaning If You Fill Every Corner Of A Room Where Can I Look? If I Close My Eyes The Silence Becomes Louder! There Is No Escape From You The Only Way Out Is In

Many People Die Of Thirst But The Irish Are Born With One.

Blessed Are The Cracked, For They Let In The Light