Oh, say, can you see how the red rockets rage? Spilling across the sky like ink on the page. Do you see, if you will, how they erode the night? Streaks of fire masquerading as a star’s shooting light. Interceptors weave together to cripple the coming wrath, like a hammer meets a gun, and bullets ...

I cry like a newborn babyI have the naive curiosity of a childOver the years I have learnt to listenAnd the wisdom gainedLives onInside my seventy-year-old mind I would like to thinkI am honest and kind like my dadAnd his calm gentle guidanceLives onInside my seventy-year-old mind I Know I have inherited the strengthsOf resilience ...