Waiting for something half as small
As something standing half as tall
As wind blows to make it fall
How can we tell when we hear the call
We’re the last that stand at the freshers ball
So don’t call me jack, cause I’ll make that call.
Lets become humanities gorillas
Gorillas of humanity.
Going round kicking ass
With random acts of kindliness.
Take the bad and colour it good
These are not dreams of hollywood.
These are dreams of people loved
And people who know how to love
Right back at you unconditional.
People who are there even when it pains them
People like an old coat I know
And his beautiful lass
And lovely Luci
People who just know how to love
And be there
Even when I’ve hid
Dodged and dived
their love has found me
at the right time to profound me
And confound me with my friendless
Everyone should have an old coat
And beautiful lass and Luci
To wear for love and warmth
In winter times,
And while your there
Learn their lesson of humanity
Even though they don’t know themselves.
Born terrorists for humanity
Who recognise my flakey loyalty for fear.
But don’t paint me queer.
Just quietly and gently they’re here.