Friends

Friends are just ghosts from a moment in time

Part of this life (or this pantomime) 

Some only "Bit Parts" that breeze on through

Others through storms are still loyal and true

Years are the tests for the ones who were real

Those with a feeling of how you might feel

Others just cling to a desperate past

From a time within time not intended to last

When friends who were friends are not friends anymore

It shows that they weren't friends before 

In Spirit

The white man came to our land

He would not leave us alone

We prayed but he demanded

But he terrorised our home

Our buffalo he slaughtered 

Our trees he brought to ground

No singing filled these meadows 

Just the gun fires deafening sound

And the white man he grew stronger

With his guns he won, says he!

He put our land in shackles 

This land no longer free

So our blood enriched these soils

And our spirits filled the air

The White man says he killed us

Yet we are forever there 

A Different View

Sometimes, you just have to turn on it. Raise the finger... Not give a shit. Do whatever the "normal" don't. Go wherever the others won't. If you feel like you don't belong, then take a chance on the labelled "Wrong" As what's bad for them may be right for you... So try out a different view