Alone in a bustling buzz of a busy crowd, Unnoticed by friend or stranger, Familiar streets filled with unfamiliar faces, Not knowing safety or danger.
Unclimbable manmade mountainsides, Leading to most public domains, As old as the birth of human civilization, Still visible in ancient remains.
Black clouds are their lofty domain, Living in a blink of an eye, Lives always renewing like phoenixes, Waiting for rebirth in the sky.
Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, Had a very sunburned nose, And if you ever did see him, You’d say it looked like a rose.
An eery silence and everything’s still, The room disappeared as fog fell, All I did was remove my holey socks, But I know my feet don’t smell.
The life blood of our mother earth, Sometimes it flows and slips free, The veins and arteries of the world, Without it all of life wouldn’t be.
In the heart of the blackened darkness, Far away from the nearest drop of light, Inside the huge cavernous mouth of hell, Something was born in the dead of night.
Eleven ordinary men on a green field, Billions of eyes quietly judging them, Weight of a whole country supported, Each playing one part of the system.
Why is there always a fly buzzing round your dinner, Why is there always someone who is much thinner,
Under heavy leaden rain filled skies, The sea pounds the craggy rocks, Hidden rock pools lay like man traps, As a wooden ship quietly docks.
Part Dalek 