Light is shining down on me
Dazzling bright; I can not see
Filling corners all around
Colour shaping every sound
Trumpets blowing red and green
Blue ray spins driving the scene
Animated tapping feet
Subsumed stars from the elite
Wax the vocals to the moves
Synchronised into the groove
Dazzling bright; I can not see
Light is shining down on me
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Where are you when the going gets hard
When I need you the most
When the well is dry
When I am lost
When I cry
I stop
When I cope
I feel you there
You give me hope
All inside my head is clear
A problem halved, a problem shared
See the ending as it comes,
Feel the cold as it numbs,
Hear the bleating of the sheep,
Touch it now for us to weep.
Love the feeling of the crowd,
Be as one both soft and loud,
Try it all and feel the pain,
Do it now, there’s no again.
Here, being red is unique,
in crowds of blue and green.
Often discarded or hidden away,
but sometimes magnificent;
when it really matters.
I can taste it now,
between crusty steak,
bratwurst mitt pretzels,
with lashings of durken
and oodles of pride.
My senses fill at the thought of you,
on cold winters nights.
Sweaty class oozes over fields,
as we’re red, your dead; we’re dancing on your head,
we’re Aberdeen; where it counts
to have two silver stars over your badge.
Being red is what I live by
and I will feel the rush of it
wherever I go; see the seagulls swooping,
smell the ozone new and hear
the loons who never give up hope;
standing free wherever they may be.
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wee kingdom writing 