Why is the glass half empty when it’s really half full?
Why ponder for the shortfall of a £5 when you later gain 10?
Why grieve for the loss of a son instead of the gain of a daughter?
Why sob for those you don’t know, yet turn your back on those you do?

What makes people’s hearts so dark?
What makes their love so conditional?
Why are there some never happy with their lot,
Whilst others with less smile on?

Why not be grateful for the stars when requesting the moon?
Why not bask in the love of your family – and new babies,
Instead of drowning in a bottle of gin.

I am a half full cup ‘kinda gal
One door shuts and another opens
I don’t get it all – explain
Afterall we share the same blood

What haunts you that – that leaves me behind
Let me in, Let me help

I love you xxx