.....Susan....She Dreamed A Dream For..Us All

The world spun round in Les Miserable fatigue, Economies fell weighed down with greed, The tsunami tide of loss rose so high, Damping the curtain of our bright blue sky, We all felt down and tightened our belts, Hoping it will all go away an’ just melts. Thru a tiny hole in the heavenly sky Out stepped onto the world stage to sing and fly, A figure of “She’s not going anywhere at that age” A middle aged frump to sing standing alone on stage, Inside Susan Boyle an angel caressed her voice as it let loose To pimple our skin and tear our eyes and lap her magic juice, Our woes were gone as a smile caressed and invaded our faces, She made us see all the rags were not rags but beautiful laces, Her records will sell a yardstick for all under dogs Pouring concrete to fill all life’s sinking bogs, A saviour of hope...Beautiful Susan we love you so much Thank you for the uplift to our lives you did surely touch.