My Hero Is My Father

A voice that tingles to awaken the in side of me
Like a spiritual calling, back to my instinct hear


To strive on journeys through forests and hills 
Valleys and deserts, seeking my establishment 


Father the propeller of my drive, one-half of a parent 
My hero of inspiration you provide belief 


My reference call, my ambition sight 
My adoration with thumbs up to say with pride 


"Son  I am proud of you" 
Father I am glad you are 


And to you this day stands 
And to you a Father's day to celebrate 

The Rich Man

You know, some people say 
The way I act, its just like a rich man      
They say the way, I walk     
I talk, its just like a rich man     


So then I must be rich   
I am a rich, rich, rich, Mr rich man  
They say the way I laugh surely    
Just like a rich man     


So then I am a rich man, I must be  
But then my bank manager frowns   
W' he sees me, clocks ticks slowly in his eyes, at my presence   
Not the fat cat he hoped for, he prefers to see   

Somebody go tell him, with a firm grip on awakening 
Explain the confusion, with authority and clarification  
That I am a rich man, I am rich  
Indeed I am a rich man, I am seriously rich


For my content made as in, me as a being, rich  
Because I live a rich life, full 
Banking smiles around  all day, with joy
In my portfolio of deeds done, all day with warmth 


Happiness in stocks take  
Return in harvest, investment of smiles, kindness
I am joy, happiness runs in my blood veins 
That is why some people say  


Some people say, the way I act   
Oh, its just like a rich man 
I am rich, rich, richness is made of me 
So call me, Mr rich man, I am rich 


And I like to spread it  all around 
Call me the philanthropist, free giving 
Sharing my wealth, like rain on drought land
I am so rich, rich, rich, I say 


That is why 
The way I walk, I talk, I smile 
Oh, just like a rich man
Call me, Mr rich man, richie rich

Be You, Be Great

Be        Strong..

Be      Bold..

Be Great..

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I see you, running through, that opened door

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Be    Brave..

Be        Safe..

Be            Moved..

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You, I  see, running towards your chosen path

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Be          Proud..

Be          Nice..

Be    Free..

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And with the will, to see your dreams, come true

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Be   Happy..

Be         Careful..

Be                Honest..

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But know, what grounds to stand on, jump on, in excitement joy

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Be            Mannered..

Be          Advised..

Be        Wise..

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Share with delight, what lessons learnt, on journeys path

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Be     Opened..

Be      Welcoming..

Be           Inspirational..

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Be you, Be wise, Be done, Be Great.. 
Be all that you can be, before the sun comes down...

Beautiful Marble

Cometh is thee, like enchantment..

Who comes unannounced..
Breaks padlocks on chains,..
Conjures up concretes ..
Of old Berlin..
A' makes of it fluid again,..
To be moulded into..
A beautiful sculpture..

See new colours through grey,..
Cradled grey just lies within..
T' clouds..
Past it,..
Blue Skies,..
Beyond the Sun..
Above it all..
Out there,..
To beautiful..
Marble of Earth's blue..

Mirror reflection of..
Benevolence delight..
Carried in thee..
Look past t' clouds..