HUNGRY HOURS BY JIM BYRNE

The poorest are your neighbours,
Do you care ? They just don`t live,
No food , No light, Some hungry hours,
Are you willing, Will you give.

Give to those who suffer most,
Hungry children, None should be,
Why so much and none for some,
Lend a hand, You will see.

Make a choice, Heat, Or light,
Food of life is rare,
Love the poor, Remove their plight,
Love today, You know you care.

No child should hunger, None should thirst,
Look inside your mind,
Help the small ones , Put them first,
Give what you can, Be kind.

Never judge the poor among you,
They just need some food and drink,
Are you doing all you can do,
Seeing sorrow makes you think.

SHOW EM BY JIM BYRNE

Ever upwards you can do it,
Kick some ass, Go out and do it,
Control your life, Things to do,
Why is life controlling you?

Did your teacher say you`re Rubbish,
Never be nothing on your own,
Get the hell out there son,
Make the old git groan.

Use your common, You have talent,
lose all those who brought you down,
Make the choice, Be relentless,
Get out there, Swim or drown.

Living hell, So no one loves you,
You can do this on your own,
A million things you want to do,
Do it, Do it, Don`t just moan.


Show them all you`re real gift,
In their minds you`ll see a shift,
lose them all, How good you are,
You are so special, Near and fair,

I had a thought just yesterday,
All this money coming my way,
I`ve so much i`ll share with you,
 Buy some cars, A house or Two.

THE OUTLAW BY JIM BYRNE

The wife`s mother lives with us,
All she does is winge,
When she stops her ranting,
She`s on a drunken binge.

Vodka is her tipple,
Abusive though in drink,
She hits me hard across the face,
And really chuffin stinks.

SBDs come thick and fast,
I want to get her out,
Iv`e never liked you  You ignorant slob,
I`ll give her such a clout.

I tell the wife it`s her or me,
I`ll not see her on the street,
Her corned beef legs and Sixteen chins,
And now her minging feet.

Iv`e not been good enough for her daughter,
The wife says so as well,
I stink and snore and fart a lot,
i wish they`d go to hell.

IM STANDING FOR ELECTION BY JIM BYRNE

About this tory government,
They cut and cut and cut,
We`re all in this together,
A dirty stinking rut.

Free telly for over Seventy Fives,
Most of us are dead by then,
Sack all tories, One by one,
Start with IDS and KEN,

On yer bike we all were told,
Get a job you lazy sods,
I`ve been in that house you know,
They`re all a bunch of snobs.

The council tax is way to high,
My bins not emptied much,
Please resign dear David Cameron,
You really have lost touch.

I`m standing for election,
Lets get rid of tories,
Skint, No job, More more cuts,
so many seedy stories.

A PLACE IN HELL BY JIM BYRNE

There is hope when children suffer,
So much given to all mankind,
In our plenty er  consider,
Put their starving days behind.

Do we see the children`s plight,
would we be a sacrifice,
Show them love, Lest they might,
Greater food than bowls of rice.

Consider kids who live in fear,
Of those they ought to trust,
Loved ones they should never fear,
Abusing them, They think a must.

You callous cowards , Move away,
From hearts you ripped apart,
One day children have their say,
Release their sorrow from their hearts,

All abusers will account,
Of why they tore apart,
All these dear children, They will mount,
New time, A brand new start.

Helpless all to struggle free,
A place of peace and love,
Look behind you there will be,
Great justice from above.

God loves children no mistake,
From him you never hide,
Do tell of thrills you take,
Abusing others, Have a pride.

A place in hell is made for you,
Just rot and burn in hell,
You`ll give account of wrong you do,
Might be soon , Who can tell.

Fall to your knees , Beg to forgive,
Cleanse your soul of darkness,
Please just go, Let others live,
Your hell at least makes their pain less.

THE DEAD ARE NOT DEAD BY JIM BYRNE

The dead walk with you,
The dead don`t die,
The dead may well ask you,
Why do you cry ?

The dead know your name,
Remember your love,
They many times came,
With love from above.

Why think they`re dead,
Don`t see them no more,
The dead are not dead,
They`re still here, For sure.

Memories of all the things you all did,
They`re really not dead, Try to smile,
Remember their love when you were a kid,
Heavens the place by a mile.

The dead are still living,
They did not leave,
They love you so much,
Don`t want you to grieve.

The dead meet again,
Upon a well lit shore,
All your cares lost,
Love like before.

The dead are not dead,
They want you to know,
They`re still walking with you,
They just didn't go.

A HEAVENLY CALL BY JIM BYRNE

Dreams of beauty in golden skies,
Where all could see with clearest eyes,
The breeze of joy, A fountain of light,
Her heavenly face, It shone so bright.

Bearing red roses in each pretty hand,
Sending such love from her golden land,
Her shining face, Wondrous things told,
Wait my love, I will come to hold.

Recalling days of loving and joy,
In purest light you appear,
This God made light , You shone upon me,
Your love  a celestial sphere.

No spoken words, Nought passed your lips,
Emotions so high ,Such a gift,
What gift is this? offering hope,
Thank you ,Brings me to cope.

Your loss immense, Though dead inside,
When your light shone, Death could not hide,
Your beautiful face at peace,
Brought me love,  sorrow ceased.

The time has yet kept us apart,
One day our lives will be.
As one again in heavens white light,
That joy , Yet to be.

That day will come, No fear no more,
God will lead the way,
The chance to enter through his door,
What love on that sweet day.