I never had a family
No friends or children or wife
Then I looked deep inside
And I found a friend for life
I never had a God
No faith, religion or belief
Then I found deep inside
A hope to fight my grief
I never had anything
That’s what I always thought
But I am all I need
I am all I’ve got
Month: September 2017
God’s Favourite Child
Paint it on my death bed
Paint it on my forehead
Paint it anywhere you want
Paint it as I’ve said
He handled my affairs
I’ve had my share of care
I know He always listened
He always answered my prayers
Keep me safe from harm
Keep me safe and warm
Call me in your tender home
Call me in your arms
He freed me from my chains
Kept me from sin and men
Pulled me through the darkest nights
So I’ll sing again
Paint it on my death bed
Paint it on my forehead
Paint it anywhere you want
Paint it as I’ve said
Into A River I Plunged My Soul – Part 2
Into a river I plunged my soul
Naked and neck-deep
The strong tides made me lose control
And away she did sweep
Birthdays Are A Farce
Birthdays are like marriages
You smile and celebrate
While you know the victim
Has just lost his fate
For suffering is dense
And happiness is sparse
Birthdays are like marriages
Birthdays are a farce
​Six Words Story #9
Truth will destroy me once again
I Wish I Was A Better Man
I wish I was a drop of rain
Falling down on earth
When I die I’ll feel no pain
For all that I was worth
…
I wish I was a little bird
With wings to soar the sky
Every morning I’ll be heard
As I sing and fly
…
I wish I was a better man
With no sin against my name
For I won’t be praying then
To help me heal my shame
A Storm Passed Me By
A storm passed me by
Left me hurt and wounded
Yet I sang my song
For love still remained
A storm passed me by
Left me empty-handed
Yet I sang a song
For love still remained
Now no matter what storm passes
I will sing my song
There’s nothing more to lose
Love remains
No More Work For Me
Here I am at my desk
Doing my regular work
I’m doing the best I can
Trying not to be a jerk
There’s so much work to be done
So many files to complete
So many people to please
So many deadlines to meet
Is this what I was born for?
I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
…
There is so much pressure
That it gives me a fright
I think about it at home
I think about it at night
I try to catch some sleep
But it is just no good
I do what I shouldn’t
I smile when I should
Yell and say, “I can’t take it anymore”
I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
…
I feel like a robot
Doing the same old stuff
Except that it gets harder
Except that it gets tough
For I have no motivation
I have no regards
For work that is perfectly
Suitable for retards
I should have quit this place a long time ago
I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
…
The screen’s getting blurry
The keyboard’s laughing at me
The mouse is getting squeaky
Is this where I should be?
The pen refuses to write
The fingers refuse to type
The head knows not what is right
Is this all a massive hype?
Don’t you feel sorry for my sorrow?
I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
…
I’ve got a solution
I’d quit and I’ll resign
I don’t give a damn
I won’t stay here till nine
I’d spend time with my kids
I’d spend time with my wife
I’d do all that I love
I’d go out and live my life
So I grab my boss’ collar and let him know
I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
The Sky Is Pouring Fire
The sky is pouring fire
Every drop is burning my skin
Like a wretched liar
That leaks of sins within
Futile it is to seek
A shelter for the flames inside
‘Tis better not to speak
And let the truth decide
What is written in my fate
Should I run or should I wait
What is right and what is not
What is lost and what is got
So Am I
Mirrors are broken
Rules are broken
Promises are broken
So am I
Hearts are broken
So am I
…
Wallet is lost
Memory is lost
Family is lost
So am I
Mind is lost
So am I
…
Babies are crying
Shame is crying
Needs are crying
So am I
Clouds are crying
So am I
…
Body is weak
Resistance is weak
Faith is weak
So am I
Men are weak
So am I
…
Glass is empty
House is empty
Soul is empty
So am I
Thoughts are empty
So am I
…
Battery is dead
Ideas are dead
Chester is dead
I will be too
Hopes are dead
I will be too
Frank Solanki 