There was a time that forehand made sense
When it was as sweet as a scent
But now, it is all falling apart
Where it seems, no longer an art

When titles and wins were all the same
Losses were few and thoroughly insane
But now it seems that, Number two
You're moving more like R2D2

Number 1 seems far away
Backhands have all gone astray
But stop a while to consider this
Might you be getting too old you think?

Old man of the tour it seems
Breaking threads all at its seams
Just one more to be a GOAT
yet that one more seems hard to boat

Maybe it's all in the mind
It might be that, marriage divine
Or maybe you just no longer feel
the passion to compete, nothing new

Hard to get back on your feet
Difficult, or worse to master this feat
Still if somehow you pulled this through
Number One; is all that is true.

Lord your Name, is higher than the Heavens
Lord your Name, is higher than all created things
Higher than hope, higher than dreams

THE NAME OF MY LORD

In the days of trouble
You comfort me
In the secret place of refuge
Lord I will sing

So I'll pray to You


Easter Sunday. Celebrate for the Lord is risen.

Okay EC just over.

For the first time since I got to Cardiff, I finally feel at home. Kinda like a home away from home if you want. It's a fantastic feeling. It's pretty cliched to say this, but
i'm loving it. Micky Ds and their adverts.

family is best.

this place is ancient.