Bananah-Lou

Tia woke to the familiar sound of the air raid siren; she sighed and swung her feet into her slippers. She moved across to the window and saw the dark shapes of planes moving across the velvet sky. This was no false alarm. As she watched, dark specks dropped from the planes and destroyed the world around her. She watched them, one after another, erupt in an orange flash, revealing the city for a second before plunging the streets back into blackness. She heard her mothers voice calling and ran to her door. Her mothers worried face told her that she too knew it was for real. They hurried down the stairs clutching blankets; neither spoke. Onc

In this place There are no tears and no sadness In this place There is no despair and no distrust In this place There is no greed and no hatred In this place There is no loneliness and no anger In this place There is no fear and no disrespect In this place No-one feels there lip tremble or a lump come to their throat In this place No-one is left alone in a dark corner In this place No-one feels the strong desire to kill In this place No-one is left out or shouted at In this place No-one feels their heart grow cold or the hairs on their neck prickle In this place There is laughter and happiness In this place There is ho

Flying high, up above the clouds I soar, Wind beneath my wings, hear me roar, The sun shining in all its glory, Yet this is only one half of my story, Brief is my time above the cloud, Always dragged back below the shroud, Back down to earth I plummet, Falling towards a mountain summit, Every time I flap my wings, I do in vain, Trying to shake the weight I regain, Then, out of nowhere, I feel lighter than air My burden gone, I am back without a care, I am back to flying high, up above the clouds I soar, Wind beneath my wings, hear me roar!