Unreal – Written Between February and June 1995 (Aged 20)


you can climb slowly
and say a prayer tonight
you can see someone special
in your splendid flight
someone has got hold of your hold
as you, leave this earthly land
no need to fret now
you are going somewhere special
you probably know well
yet somewhere so strange
a place where you can really feel
somewhere almost unreal

James Garratt – February to June 1995

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