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Father
I have always love my father
I really wished I had told him so
For now he has passed away
I guess he will never know

I wanted him to be proud of me
I wanted him to see me do so well
Sometimes I really messed things up
I put myself through hell

God only knows I miss him
God only knows I care
I still keep walking into his house
In the hope he might be there

But someday I know we will meet again
And I know just what I will do
I will hold him very tightly
And say father I love you

John F. Connor
Copyright ©2008 JohnConnor

Heaven Of Hell
I don't believe it just my luck
Got to heaven and it was full up
Went down to have a look at hell
That dam place was full as well.

I knocked again on heavens gate
There I was told I was to late
Where can I go I have know place
Must I spend my time up here in space.

So I thought I would make the most
Go back to earth and become a ghost
Got to earth just my luck
Sorry know more ghost we've all full up.

John F. Connor
Copyright ©2008 JohnConnor

Father
I have always love my father
I really wished I had told him so
For now he has passed away
I guess he will never know

I wanted him to be proud of me
I wanted him to see me do so well
Sometimes I really messed things up
I put myself through hell

God only knows I miss him
God only knows I care
I still keep walking into his house
In the hope he might be there

But someday I know we will meet again
And I know just what I will do
I will hold him very tightly
And say father I love you

John F. Connor
Copyright ©2008 JohnConnor

Im Still Here
I may be gone but please don't cry
death is not the last goodbye
death releases me of my pain
there will come a day we'll meet again
don't be blue and don't be sad
think back to the fun we had
I am always here I hear you speak
in time of trouble its me you seek
you don't see me but I see you
ill do my best to pull you through
speak to me and I will hear
never far I am always near
be brave my children do not cry
see you again its not goodbye

John Frankie Connor
Copyright ©2008 JohnConnor

Lost Generation
a boy lays in the gutter
a needle by his side
a life so short a last resort
he even lost his pride

he lived without a future
then died without a life
he will never know the happiness
of children and a wife

they say it will not harm you
they say you will feel know pain
for they know once you try it
that your will be back again

for a pusher makes a million
he makes it out of sorrow
another trip another hit
another death tomorrow

Remember
an old lady tends a graveside
shes been there for many hours
teardrops fill her eyes
as she tenderly lays some flowers

many years they were together
many years as man and wife
a very speacil bond
they shared throughout there life

but he was getting tired
god did what he thought to be best
god saw he was in pain
so he took him to rest
so she waits for that day
when her pain is at an end
when she will be back in the arms
of her lover and her friend