Say Something...Anything?

Say something..anything...
Say what you believe.
Say what lies in your heart.
What you wear on your sleeve.
Say what makes a difference.
Say what's on your mind.
About love, life or taxes,
The Government? The daily grind?
These are my words
I'm sure they seem strange.
I hope to inspire you,
I hope for a change.
Who I am's not important,
But what I say is,
We can all make a difference,
For the future what is...


I'm not driven by money,
Fortune or fame,
I speak from the heart,
I play no political game.
I've no religious doctrine,
No hidden agenda,
No extremist desires,
Or fanatic vendetta,
Just independent thought.
I've no thought-policed words,
I just stand here before you
I just want to be heard.


I believe in what's good,
To make the right choice,
With the power of my mind,
And the strength of my voice.
Violence and aggression
Are not the tools,
Non-violent opposition,
Don't play by the rules.
So what will you say
How much do you care?
You worried about your bank account?
Or the colour of your hair?
A quote about life?
Or a phrase about love?
A message about peace...
On the wings of a dove?
The words of your own?
Or the words of another?
Freedom or death?
Peace man, woman, sister or brother!


"Give Peace a chance?"
"Free Ajmal Kasab?"
Well "I have a dream!"
So let's share it together.
Just remember a question,
Can prove just as strong.
Than the world's biggest tank,
Or the world's biggest bomb.
Famines, wars and disasters,
Didn't shape this old world,
They're just blips in the landscape.
The power's in the word.
What you say makes a difference,
That's a matter of fact,
You should use your words wisely,
You should use them with tact.


Accept nothing, question everything,
Your eyes can deceive,
What your mind thinks impossible
What your heart can believe.
Question what is?
And why? And what for?
And when will it change?
If you need to...say more!
Question all that you stand for,
Question what you've been taught,
Question what you have read.
Question what you have thought.
Question what's playing before you,
The images your seeing,
The words in you ear.
Seeing is not believing!
Don't blame authority,
They bow to your will,
For you hold the power,
They use to maim and to kill.
Does a government exist
For the people it's serving?
Or is it the people existing
And the government subverting?


I'm not slaving for others,
Not companies and greed.
I'm no faceless component
Of a corporate machine,
And no ruthless exponent
Of an oppressive regime.
But I'll work for a living,
And I'll say what I mean,
My life's not a statistic,
On a government chart.
Or an advertising target,
I follow my heart.
I'm not a number!
In a marketing zone,
I'm not following trends either,
My life is my own.
The simple things in life,
Are all that I strive.
Food, clothing, water,
The joy of being alive.
So who are you, stranger?
Politician? Policeman? Or Poet?
Do you live for your work?
Is it margin? Is it profit?
What's worth more to you?
Do you care? Do you worry?
Is it the love of your life?
Or the colour of your money?


A thought? an idea?
A mathematical equation?
A life-long philosophy?
Or is it life that you're wasting?
It's ideas that have made us.
Ideas that have held strong,
Words, pictures, and theories,
The lyrics of a song.
Are you White? Black? Hispanic?
Oriental? Caucasian?
God? Allah? Krishna?
Buddhist? Atheist? Or Christian?
Is this who you are?
Or is there more to you?
Is this what you believe?
Do you follow a Guru?
Do you have an open mind?
Do you keep an open heart?
Are you searching for answers?
Were you there at the start?


What you are doesn't matter.
Who you are is what counts.
And what it is that you stand for.
And what makes you stand out.
Are you part of the crowd?
Are you in or are you out?
Can you think for yourself?
Are you wracked with self doubt?
So say something..anything...
Do you find it so hard?
Of what lies within you?
Can you be who you are?


I believe in myself
What I believe to be true,
But most of all stranger,
I believe in you...
We're in this together,
That's what we're about.
Together we're stronger.
Together we've got clout.
You are not alone...
I can almost hear you're voice,
Cry out from the masses,
"I want more than a choice!"
So why are you waiting?
Did you not heed the call?
It's all for one, my friend
And it's one for all!
For one and for all.
“Can anybody hear?”
I want to make a difference,
I'm not living in fear.
Life can be simple,
If you want it to be.
I hope for nothing, fear nothing!
I was born to be free!


All I have is an idea,
That we can all change this world,
And we can share it together,
With the power of your words.
So say something...anything
Follow your heart,
Consider your feelings,
Do it now, make a start.
Say something..anything...
Don't leave it too late,
Don't give up too easily,
Try not to tempt Fate.
Say something...anything...
Speak up! It's your right,
Make a stand for your freedom,
And fight for those rights!


Say something...anything...
You've heard what I've said,
You've listened to the words
I've turned around in my head,
Say something..anything...
Use the power of your mind,
Will you make a difference?
However so slight.
Say something..anything...
Post my words to your friends,
Let's hear what they say,
My words I'll defend.


So say something...anything...
Listen to your heart,
Or your mind... or your conscience...
Do it now...make a start...

Lifeline (Lyrics)

You can find a way
To stop thinking about it
When every minute is a lifetime
The pain will go away
You won’t believe but it’s true
Just count the inches on your lifeline

And I hate to be the one
Telling you that everything’s ok
Cause what kind of God would give you life
And take it all away?

Oh but I don’t want to be in your life
If you don’t
And I don’t want to wake in your arms
If you won’t
Be alive when I need you the most
Not to say that I won’t
Grieve a little when you pass away
When you pass away

You can find a place
And start thinking about it
When every second is the right time
The pain will go away
You won’t believe but it’s true
Just count the inches on your lifeline

And I hate to be the one
Telling you that everything’s ok
Cause what kind of God would give you life
And take it all away?

Oh but I don’t want to be in your life
If you don’t
And I don’t want to wake in your arms
If you won’t
Tell me everything you needed to be
Is everything that I am
Everything that you fear
About me
What you fear about me

You’ll come back for all the wrong reasons
Maybe your life was out of season
You can’t breathe
When you don’t have a reason to die
And someday soon when the memory has faded
We’ll defend all the lives we once hated
And I’ll be there baby glad that you made it alive

I don’t want to be in your life

Jim

Jim

Who ran away from his Mother and was eaten by a Lion

There was a Boy whose name was Jim;
His Friends were very good to him.
They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam,
And slices of delicious Ham,
And Chocolate with pink inside
And little Tricycles to ride,
And read him Stories through and through,
And even took him to the Zoo--
But there it was the dreadful Fate
Befell him, which I now relate.

You know--or at least you ought to know,
For I have often told you so--
That Children never are allowed
To leave their Mothers in a Crowd;
Now this was Jim's especial Foible,
He ran away when he was able,
And on this inauspicious day
He slipped his hand and ran away!

He hadn't gone a yard when--Bang!
With open Jaws, a lion sprang,
And hungrily began to eat
The Boy: beginning at his feet.
Now, just imagine how it feels
When first your toes and then your heels,
And then by gradual degrees,
Your shins and ankles, calves and knees,
Are slowly eaten, bit by bit.
No wonder Jim detested it!
No wonder that he shouted ``Hi!''

The Honest Keeper heard his cry,
Though very fat he almost ran
To help the little gentleman.
``Ponto!'' he ordered as he came
(For Ponto was the Lion's name),
``Ponto!'' he cried, with angry Frown,
``Let go, Sir! Down, Sir! Put it down!''
The Lion made a sudden stop,
He let the Dainty Morsel drop,
And slunk reluctant to his Cage,
Snarling with Disappointed Rage.
But when he bent him over Jim,
The Honest Keeper's Eyes were dim.
The Lion having reached his Head,
The Miserable Boy was dead!

When Mother informed his Father, he
Was more Concerned than I can say:--
His Mother, as She dried her eyes,
Said, ``Well--it gives me no surprise,
He would not do as he was told!''
His Father, who was self-controlled,
Bade all the children round attend
To Jim's miserable end,
And always keep a-hold of Mother
For fear of not finding something ever.