Wasteland – Written February 1995 (Aged 19)


one day,
someone laid down their life
could things ever be right
in a future time
when people die out of spite
do not let the strange take you down
when no one is looking
and no one is around
holding onto your dreams
like they are your –
most treasured possession
saving yourself from your soul
run to someone
when it gets far too cold
become someone else
when you are really hurting
fall into someone else’s mind
when it is not working
now we can all go onto a new day
i see it all the time i am awake
the people have all got things to say
such important decisions to make
one day someone went out
and never came home
it is an empty wasteland
that they now roam

James Garratt – February 1995

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