For years to come I'll remember those days,
Days into nights into days, just a haze,
When food was scarce, conversation less,
And sympathetic glances with whispers of 'bless'.
Dissaproving looks, murmurs and tutts,
Having to smoke discarded butts,
When all I wanted was a chat and a smile,
And all I received was behaviour so vile.
If only they knew the...
Days into nights into days, just a haze,
When food was scarce, conversation less,
And sympathetic glances with whispers of 'bless'.
Dissaproving looks, murmurs and tutts,
Having to smoke discarded butts,
When all I wanted was a chat and a smile,
And all I received was behaviour so vile.
If only they knew the...




