LeeAnn Azzopardi

Up! Up! Into The basket…

You're a beacon of love And you won't let me fall Yr kisses wash the tracks of my tears And bless me with anticipation…

Tell me Dad, what are you doing in heaven? Driving Mom crazy? Talkin' to yr friend, Suitcase Or fishin' with Jimmy…

Command me O'Lord To be gentle and comforting And not to be tired and selfish For my eyes are dimmed with tears…

I am yr virgin white, baby breath Contrasting yr rose With the colour of a whore's red lips As we sit in a vase wilting…

I write to a new day But nothing is new Though, the tears are washed away From my eyes in the shower…

Captured like wild animals They forced to board ships to the New World Then fought for the British whom promised them land On the island of Nova Scotia…

Love me to the end of the dance And kiss me good-bye I shall never forget you Though you only exist in my mind

It is supposed to be a time of rebirth With the flowers blossoming And the birds returning in song But it was your calling to return home…

Let the sunlight shine on Christmas morn And yr heart can never torn For Christ, the king is born As it says in the gospels…

Another Christmas song of love The standards are always comforting Like a hot chocolate melting in yr mouth As the whipped cream and marshmellows…

Bright lights hung on the house Snowmen melting in the rain As all dream of Christmas with their love But I am without…

If you should die, I'll put flowers on yr grave For the loving you gave cannot be replaced I'll miss yr kiss against my tears at night And the twinkle of yr eyes that shines yr lov…

To be blanketed by the shadows Of our nakedness would be a joy As it angers the g-ds for we are too young To think this is right…

Tomorrow, I will not have long hair So, I won't look dirty My hair will be cut short And I'll be refreshed for spring…