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This is a song Phill Williams and I wrote about controlling the negative thoughts in your mind. Otherwise, your mind could become like a sewer. I will also attach Phill doing this song he made a real good job of it.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YHV_E75edA

A Little Faith 

[G] You  got to [D] believe.

[G] Got to have a [C] little faith.

[C] Your letting [G] silly thoughts hold you [D] down.

[G] Your building [D] mountains high.

[G] When there is [C] nothing at all.

[C] Your letting these [G] demons take [D] hold.

[C] Hi, hi, hi, hi. [G] Low, low, low, low.

[D] You got to have a little faith in [G] you.

[C] Hi, hi, hi, hi. [G] Low, low, low, low.

[D] Just to have a little faith in [G] you.

[G] You know that you can [D] do it.

[G] Its all [C] inside your head.

[C] Your the one that [G] builds those [D] barriers.

[G] It’s easy to [D] get it wrong.

[G] If you over [C] think things.

[C] You just got to [G] rid yourself of those [D] demons.

[C] Hi, hi, hi, hi. [G] Low, low, low, low.

[D] You got to have a little faith in [G] you.

[C] Hi, hi, hi, hi. [G] Low, low, low, low.

[D] You got to have a little faith in [G] you.

[Em] You gotta believe and you’ll [D] get there.

[Em] Don’t build the mountain in your [D] head.

[Em] Think of positive thoughts. [D] When you go to bed.

[Am] And you’ll get through. [C] You'll get through. [D]

[Em] I think what you do is you over [D] think things.

[Em] Let the demons take you [D] over.

[Em] Their just thoughts in your [D] head.

[Am] You gotta have faith.

[C] You gotta have faith in [D] you.

You got to think...

[C] Hi, hi, hi, hi. [G] Low, low, low, low.

[D] You got to have a little faith in [G] you.

[C] Hi, hi, hi, hi. [G] Low, low, low, low.

[D] You got to have a little faith in [G] you.

I think this poem explains itself ?

Nothing Flash

I don’t want to spend my life running around like a headless chicken.

Don’t want to chase the wind.

I don’t want a lot.

I’m happy with what I’ve got.

I’m happy with what I’ve got.

I said I don’t want one of those disposable wives.

You know those sort that go to plastic surgeons.

And they will cut them up to make them brand new.

I want a lady that loves me for what I am.

And can grow old naturally.

I don’t want nothing flash.

I don’t need a lot of cash.

Just a little stash just in case.

But I don’t buy flash things.

I don’t want to be seen in all those flash places.

Where everyone wears a lot of bling.

Possessions don’t mean a lot.

Love means more to me.

And someone who  genuinely wants to be next to me.

Don’t want to run around like a headless chicken.

Don’t want to chase the wind.

Just want to be happy where I am.

Where I am.

I don’t need a flash car.

I just want to get to A to B.

And I want to see things like the mountains and the sea.

I don’t care about diamonds and gold.

As long as you aint cold.

I want someone warm and loving next to me.

I want someone warm and loving next to me.

I wrote this about our friend who we just found out had passed away.

Frances

When I was a foreigner in your land.

You treated us like family.

Now here I am feeling devastated.

Nearly in Tears.

For nearly Forty years.

You have been our friend.

Even though we lived in different parts.

You became part of  our family’s heart.

Never losing contact.

Even when we came back here.

It always felt like you were near.

Every Christmas and Birthday.

Your cards would come.

Written by hand.

Never missing a beat.

Every  year on repeat.

It was lovely it was sweet.

For four months now not a word.

Nothing at Christmas.

Nothing on birthday.

I thought maybe your cards had gone astray.

Or maybe you had gone away.

It now has come as a devastating shock.

You were no longer living on the same block.

When I typed your name into the internet

I found out you had  gone.

You had left us four months ago.

With no one to let us know.

In a sad internet notice to the world.

From a lawyer it said.

You lived alone and had no  known close family.

All those good friends.

Living near.

Who  you treated like family dear.

Had  already passed away.

All that remained close were your pets.

The cats the dogs the birds that you loved until your death.

Now needing a new home.

Lawyers arranged for you to be  taken to a crematorium.

The funeral directors notice.

Short and sweet.

Name

Date of birth and death.

No family mention just a line saying you loved your pets.

We didn’t know you had gone too soon.

Thinking you were there.

We had sent you letter and cards.

In the old fashion way that  appealed to you.

Something that not many people do today.

But specially for you we kept it that way.

With return address on the back just in case they couldn’t get through.

Nothing came back.

No return to sender.

In those  words of Elvis that people knew.

It was only now we know.

In this hour.

Looking at  your name on google.

We know that it was four months ago.

When you had to go.

It feels even sadder.

To have Mr and Mrs Google inform us of your death.