Ken Duffy

In life, we strive to be the best
To do our best towards others
Achieving this double is never easy
When anger, simmers beneath
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So many faces, passing through my head
Faces old, faces gone, faces new
One stands out above them all
A kind face, a loving face, your face
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Have you ever asked yourself
What reason do I have to rise today
If you have, here is a good reason
Someone special is in need of your help
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Mother Earth, she tries her best
Yet still we rape her, surely thats incest
Uncontrolled, the harm we are doing
Nobody cares, so we carry on screwing
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I remember my old Dublin
The Snug Bars, the Cafeterias
No Wine Bars and Coffee Houses
Yes, she has had a few face lifts
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The Nightstalker, he comes
With him, comes the fear
He seeks memories, best forgotten
Locked away, safe, hidden
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Standing alone at shores edge
I stare out to sea
A distant horizon enchants me
It holds me, in its hypnotic embrace
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Nature, she is silent, yet she speaks
To understand her words
You must study her language
It is a language of sensory perception
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At me Granny Duffy's, I used to stay a lot
I loved all the aromas, from her cooking pot
On McKee Ave, that's where her cottage was
People stopped at her gate just to chat and pause
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I joined the boy scouts with my twin
For merit badges I thought I could win
Tying knots, could barely tie my shoes
That badge thing, it was no boat cruise
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Words can be curt, words can be kind
If you cant hear them, they can be signed
Where would we be, without letters to form
Communication apocalypse, would be norm
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Ghosts pursue me inside my head
They seek out my hiding place
In frightening screams they howl
Trying to scare me into confrontation
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There are days, that just pass by
And others, when we sore on a carpet
Woven from joy and good feeling
Then days, when dark clouds gather
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Fiddle, Bodhran, and Tin Whistle unite
Against Uilleann, Guitar, and Banjo they fight
Their battle cries, form a strange melody
It's chaos uniting, in a musical harmony
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They slap themselves on the back
Them, you know, the political hack
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She left, to go on her journey
Her silhouette fading from sight
Shadows connect us now
And memories, of past laughter
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When at my most vulnerable
Was when she chose to strike
Pocking at sores I thought hidden
Infecting them with a wicket tongue
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Engagement ring promises are made
May love that's given, never fade

Two lovers hearts, now all aglow
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Her smile tracks me across the room
My heart beats faster, I smile back
A bridge of sight is now built
We cross, to meet in the middle
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For years I have watched you
Your slim stature, tall and proud
The queen of all you survey
And still my admiration for you grows
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