He would always give 100%
He would do 14 hour shifts to give 50% more,
I'm talking about the worlds greatest Dad,
The man I Trust, Love and Adore.

The love and caring was obvious,
All the children were treated alike,
At the weekend we'd all go to Disney for burger and chips,
At Christmas, we'd all have a room full of gifts and a bike.

When I was born he held me in his arms,
Even when I left home, he never left my side,
He was there for my first Christmas play,
And when I Graduated, his eyes were still filled with those tears of pride.

I was so surrounded with Love,
I was always encouraged to use my mind,
How could I fail with such words of motivation,
From the worlds greatest Dad being Supportive, Loving, Kind.

But he's got that gambling habit,
To get that ultimate high you have to take some serious pain,
You have to stick every you cherish on the line,
The pleasure is just insane.

But when you've blown everything,
You can throw the dice one more time to put it all right,
Come on my babies, be my lucky seven.
….....No Christmas, just another sleepless night.

But the TV ad’s was such good clean fun,
Those nice people would even give you a 50 Dollar chip to give you a start,
They didn't mention you would loss your home, family and friends.
That every one you love would have a broken heart.

My Dad's not on that level,
But the habit still gives me pain,
To see him still do his 14 shifts in his golden years,
And for the Worlds greatest Dad, that's just a crying shame.

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There's one emotion left unspoken,
Raising another man's child should never be seen as a crime,
A act of total selflessness,
These guys should be honoured & respected not despised or doing time.

What-ever effort these guys make,
Their actions are always seen as wrong,
There's a six sense saying “this ent my DNA”
This is why you fell you they don't belong.

You fell Hurt, Betrayed, Tormented,
Why is that hard to understand?..
You've lost your identity, your root's, your parent's,
Who should be guiding through life by the hand.

Your heart is bleeding with pain,
Your parents are probably be bleeding the same blood to,
But if they didn't have the life skills or health to give you a future,
What were they supposed to Do?..

You can say there shouldn't be unplanned pregnancy’s
Hands up anyone that's remained a Virgin all of life?
Even if you use protection,
You can end up with a Mother that ent a Wife!

There's Paramedics, Firemen, Parents on-watch,
Saving lives, when the time is right,
Imagine if they were hospitalised or couldn't cope,
There would be dead children every night.

I'm just explaining the truth,
To help you rethink the past,
So with patience tolerance and time,
You can build loving relationships that will last.

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You have so much love and kindness to give,
But often you feel like you don't belong,
People know both aspects of your personality,
They just don't know what is wrong?

This a secret from your past,
A mental scar that’s locked in your mind,
When will you get let down again?
Why would anyone be supportive, loving or kind?

You distrust the whole world,
But the whole world has done you no wrong,
It's only a few who have let you down,
So please listen to the words in my song.

(So) Scarred child, this songs for you,
I've just got to let you know,
Sweet child this songs for you,
So the whole world knows,
But Sweet child, this songs for you,
You've just got to let it go.

Well I guess I'm just another person giving advice,
So I hope I’m not misunderstood,
From the outside people see a smoldering volcano,
Yet inside you want to be kind loved and good.

So lets talk about this anger and negativity,
It's only you that takes the pain,
This torment you carry is ruining only your life,
So please throw it away what do you hope gain?

Do you want to wake up with the joys of spring?
The rays of sunshine flooding through,
Do you want to wake up to the thunder and lighting of winter?
It's your life, what do you want to do?

Chorus

You can end your years of suffering,
All you need is talk to a friend,
Then you will stop carrying all this poison inside you,
So your heart will be free to mend.

But you need to know why is justice taking so long?
Cos for so many years the people have cried,
You may think some-one is receiving protection?
And the truth will only be known when they have died?

All I can tell you is no-one can turn back the hands of time,
No-one can make every-thing right, when what happened is clearly wrong,
But I can't sit back and watch you spend your life self-harming,
So I wrote the words in my song.

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My song is a gift no money can buy,
This is so strange but true,
Your empowered to turn your life around,
Now you know what to.

Scarred child, for you!

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Student, Tradesman, Teacher,
This is the cycle of life,
You are due to become a babies Mother,
And maybe some-ones wife.

This is no Walt Disney story,
This is VERY real,
You've got to know what you want,
You've got to know how you feel?

You have had this bomb shell,
Your partner has had this bomb shell to,
You've got to give him 2 weeks to clear his head,
Then demand he tells you what he is going to do?

This is not a time to be submissive,
This is a time to be strong,
Your baby has only one voice on the outside world,
You simply can't get this wrong.

You must be pragmatic,
You must listen with your eyes,
If you see your partner is not interested in his baby,
You must be strong and break your ties.

You have so much love to give,
But please, you must be so strong,
You must do what your heart tells you is right,
And not be bullied into doing what your heart says is wrong.

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I am not a name and faceless Pakistani,
I am a man named Zaheer,
This is how racism has effected my family,
The abuse, the stress, the fear,

Bricks came flying through my windows,
Bricks bigger than my babies head,
Missing my 5 month old daughter by only feet,
Had they hit her she would surely be dead.

The stress caused my father to have palpitations,
The palpitations caused a heart attack,
These cowards did their attack in the stealth of night,
I could not even defend my family and fight them back.

These cowards do these things in gangs,
They want to look macho and strong,
But men throwing bricks at babies?
When they look them-selves in the mirror, they must know they are wired up wrong?

Men call children Paki,
They think it makes them look a hero 6 feet tall,
But the Ladies don't like men that bully children,
You know what they are thinking,  I'll just call it “ pathetic, how small,”

My Neighbour threw Pork in my garden,
My religion taught me to turn the other cheek,
But when he threw the first punch I took him ground and battered him,
This hero got me arrested, how dishonourable, how weak.

Then there's the snides at work,
Shouting your praises, pretending to be your friend,
Believing their hype you ask to be in the race for promotion,
How come the colour of your skin, puts you on the starting grid, at the end?..

So lets look at racism through the eyes of a child,
They must think, why did God send them to Earth so horrendously wrong?
To be segregated, sitting at the back of the bus,
How could they ever go through life thinking they belong?...

Were did these Adults get such racist views,
When as babies we are all born with such beautiful uncontaminated minds,
In their forming years who planted these seeds of poison,
To make these bigots so vile, ignorant, unkind.

I'm gonna tell you about brother Clint,
Going dancing was his only crime,
Then the Far Right turned up with their knives sticks and bricks,
This was 1980, racial attacks happened all the time.

This is the world my children were born into,
The violence and hatred caused so much pain,
But I wish no harm or hatred to any man,
What I wish is their children are born in to a world of BLISS, were every child is treated the same.

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God dealt you all those aces,
Everything men want women to be,
Ripe fruit, Beauty, Physic,
Why is that all they can see?

Even when you do lunch,
Men they hassle and perv,
Why can’t they treat you with respect and humanity,
Why have they got such a flipping nerve?

Girls’ that don’t even know you, despise you,
This happens all the time,
It was God that sent you to earth this stunning beauty,
So why are you despised when being stunning is your only crime?

What is this crazy world we live in?
Where those that can see are blind,
Why is it only the visually impaired that can see Angels?
Angels that could be supportive, loving kind.

So God will send you a gift,
A beautiful uncontaminated mind,
With eyes that can’t see your physic, your beauty,
Only your emotions of being supportive loving kind.

So please nurture and cherish God’s gift,
You will gain respect and recognition,
God’s gift will give you the unconditional love you crave,
Being a great mother will become your life’s mission.

But you still must dream of meting a man,
With a beautiful uncontaminated mind,
With eyes that that can see above your physic and beauty,
To see your emotions of being supportive loving kind.

For this man could be blessed with wife of perfection,
My God what a find,
A flower of stunning beauty,
An Angel, supportive loving kind.

So lets change this crazy world we live,
Were those that can see are blind,
Lets‘ all look for Angels,
Angels that could be supportive loving kind.

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