How much can a nation take, while you sit up on your hill
Looking down at the sorrow, the suffering and pain
I saw you on the news yesterday
Your flames burned fiercely bright
No one knew what to say
"Savin' Country Face"
He puts on a brave face
And faces yet another day
But nothing has changed
He feels his hope continue to fray
"A Fathers Son"
He found his courage, at the bottom of a bottle
She found her first love, tangled beneath the golden wattle
"Lost The Battle"
He's and old broken battler
Who's down on his luck
Hes got dust stained skin
An old kelpie in his truck
So, I wrote these poems for my son, years ago.
My son was born with two rare genetic syndromes.
Mummy, why are they laughing?