Terminal – Written Between Tuesday 15th February 1994 and October 1994 (Aged 18/19)


it does not matter
it really does not matter
it believes in you
but somehow you have got to know
i would want anything that you gave
i am young and in a way, strange
in a way i am naïve
but i need, need so much
can the world and its things
ever be enough
i would tell you a joke
just to get a laugh
i would walk with everybody
if i lived a lonely life
just to be somebody
what does it matter
at the end of the day the light shines
who do we pay
and when there is nothing
who wants to pray?
i would like to see
a speaker for our generation
someone who has got something to say
something with a little sense
i hear so many footsteps in the dark
they scare me to death
i watched the night-time die
as it drew its final breath

James Garratt – 1994

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