Bread

Bread

Friends

Australia

Paris

Bread

Alone,

Is not who she is,

Sharing her bread,

Is who she is,

Whether it be,

With the birds,

Or you and me,

She shares her bread willingly,

Her life,

Is not about one,

It’s not her that matters,

It’s not them either,

It’s what they bring

And what she can give,

It’s living,

Unanimously,

Together,

Under the same cloud,

Under the same sun,

Under the same smile,

Grinning,

From ear to ear,

It’s them,

Who take her breath,

When she breathes it out,

It’s them,

Who say,

God, bless you,

When she sneezes,

It’s them,

Who give her a reason to live.

They profess,

To be all good,

And bright,

Hiding in their golden clothes,

Under the hot sun,

On the baked earth,

Where water ,

And trees are like Mirages,

Tempting,

Fooling,

Their sunburnt heads,

They are descended,

From criminals,

And,

Something’s are hard to change,

Pavalova,

Phar Lap,

Crowded House,

Just to name a few,

And,

Medals too,

They will claim,

Anything,

That’s good and pure,

Anything,

That’s clean and green,

Anything,

That’s across the ditch,

They will hustle

And bustle,

And steal,

And deal,

And slime,

Their way in,

All because,

The sun’s got to their heads,

And in their hearts,

They never forgot,

That their’s

With it’s eight giant states,

Is just one gigantic,

State,

Penitentiary.

They love the wine,

They love the kiss,

They love their bread,

They love their cheese,

They love their women,

And their men,

Climbing high above,

The clouds below,

The great iron lady,

Holding their flame,

Across the high seas,

Looking far,

Looking down,

Seeing,

Breathing,

Panting,

Eyes,

Falling,

Love rising,

Meeting,

Collapsing,

Into one,

Their language,

Is the one lovers

Use on those cool days,

Under pink umbrellas,

Drinking red wine,

Eating bread and cheese,

A tight embrace,

A kiss,

Lasting,

Spilling that glass,

A kiss,

That doesn’t stop,

A kiss,

That replays itself,

Over and over again,

Like Cassablanca,

Reading his roses,

Colouring his flowers,

His hand on his knee,

Her hand in his,

Floating,

Back up,

Above that tower,

Singing,

Not hesitating,

Not waiting,

Just floating,

In that city,

That city of love.

She breathes with them,

She takes them in,

She takes them out,

They were sent there from mother England,

Yet,

Were smart,

Rowing that boat,

Quickly out,

Landing,

Landing,

In that city,

That city,

Where romantics,

Sing.