Written a few days into lockdown....bit pitchy in places and absoltely out performed by my youngest on the trampoline at the end
Grave Dodgers
Tell me how you feel, is it real ? Do you lie awake ?
Tell me what you need. How do you breathe ? Do you still believe
In heaven and hell?
How can you tell the dead from the grave dodgers ?
There must be something you can say to make me look the other way
There be something you can touch , make me want to trust / love you
Tell me once again who do you trust , is it enough ?
Tell me all your lies , I see them here , I see them everywhere
Cause everyone’s fake
You know we all make mistakes , apart from the grave dodgers
