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BEAUTIFUL OR WHAT?!

One of the Stars

The butterfly
has flown up through the prison bus
high as the sky
she is one of the stars

With the sun on her wings
she is suddenly an angel
silent, golden, shining

Always shining

The Toast
Father

"A proud moment for us all.
She looks so beautiful. She's a dream"

Well, this is what we've all been waiting for
What a day! thought I'd never see
my baby as a bride

Now, when she was three...
isn't that how these speeches always start?
I shall simply say with all my heart
I wish my little butterfly...

Happiness
a peaceful life and all the best

To my sweetest daughter
the perfect bride

All the best
health and happiness

Come join with me...
the bride

The Viewing of the Gifts
Wedding Guests, Brother, Mother and Ragdoll

"Life is never what it seems. It's back to the real world after this. Enjoy it while it lasts"

Family ties, family ties
unravelling before our eyes
Hello, goodbyes, smiles and lies
it's no surprise to me
some relatives we never see
from year to year

Pretty as a picture
sweeter than a rose
How on earth did they get her
into those clothes?
Pretty as a picture
like a butterfly
thought she'd never settle
it makes you want to cry

Autosomal recessive

I can see it in his smile
he'd run the second mile

Be there when she calls
no quest will be too small
there's love in their hearts
is this the perfect match?

Enzyme methionine cystine

Time will tell if mother's pride
and father's joy
will be the favourite broken toy
he finds so easy
to discard when times are...

Times are hard, times we lean
how long will the golden glow be seen?
I can see it in his smile
he'd run the second mile
be there when she calls
no quest will be too small
there's love in her voice have they made the perfect choice?

Touch Eternity
Girl and Ragdoll

Lord, there have been moments
haven't there been days
when it seems I'm lost forever
on a single not of praise

As the hopes and fears around me
are somehow left behind
and I soar into your presence
beyond the realms of time

Lord, I've felt the emptiness
where precious life has flown
when no heart on earth could reach me
to help me carry on

Through tears and aching silence
I feel your spirit's rain
as your gentle arms of comfort
surround me once again

I touch eternity, a taste of heaven
breathtaking wonder, of a love so freely given
I touch eternity, bright morning star
and you let me see it's all worth waiting for

And here I am, oh Father
a life at peace and war
between the thunder of my heartbeat
and the whisper of the stars

While from your power and majesty
the glory of I AM
you walk my daily footsteps
my name is on your palm

A butterfly
trapped in a gilded cage
for all the world to see

You Never Seem to Learn
Teacher and Girl

Third time this week
when will you learn?
You don't seem to know year left
from your right
I'll be up all night
clearing up again

Let me help, I didn't mean to...
Let me help, I didn't mean to...

Too much of a pain
you'll take too long
there's enough gone wrong
when will you learn?

I don't expect too much
you still get it wrong
I'll clean up, you'll take too long

I have tried, I'm gonna cry
I thought I was supposed to stand
on my own two feet
I thought I was supposed to stand
on my own two feet

Third time this week
you always fill the tray too full
If mistakes can be made
you're guaranteed to make them
What's the point in having rules
if you're gonna break them?

I was only trying to help...

Alright, that's clear
another round of kisses and cuddles and tears
but nothing seems to change from year to year
you never seem to learn

Handicap

TV talk show with studio audience, including Politician, Social Worker, Minister of Religion, Medical Expert, Every Person etc...
"Everyone is entitled to have their say on the matter - that's what these
TV programmes are all about.
After all, she can't be relied on to speak for herself, can she.
"Good morning Mental Handicap. Used to be bedlam, asylum,
Looneybin, keep them in. Condemned in their fate as guests of
the state - social blight, out of sight.
But now we've found it's the other way around. Can you tell me more - let us recap.
What's happening to people with a mental handicap, or as some would say,
learning difficulties. Let's have some statistics.
Of the homeless in need it is true indeed that 50% or more,
as the papers say, have been shown the door, but... they we in need of care.
It's simply not there, there's no charity, it's simply not there.
Someone help me please with some facts.
The Mental Health Act... this present government are mental,
without doubt - it was keep them all in, now it's throw them out,
and no one gives a damn. I am someone in a position to express an opinion,
there's a million living next to me. Some charity, some lobby, no doubt as a hobby,
they tried to buy the property. Well, we didn't agree so we petitioned,
I mean - people in that condition, it's just not nice, the prices drop,
it has to stop - not a viable proposition, in their condition: I wouldn't let my children stay to play.
Mental handicap is unpredictable - they're sweet, but fickle people, to be humoured,
they're not sick, but you never know what they might do next.
So- it's live and let live. But not next to you... that's true for most,
we can hardly boast altruistically, of a great state system of
care, it's simply not there. With a Christian tradition,
I'm very surprised to find they are so marginalised.
But why? They show love and affection to a greater degree than most sections of the community.
They are decent, well-meaning, affectionate people, not objects of derision.
Needing constant supervision, support from the state.
That's great; but ordinary people don't get the breaks. What does it take?
The strange getting stranger - they're a danger to themselves and us.
The fuss... is over money always money. We have a duty to provide, it cannot be denied,
we must show support, it doesn't hurt to give, you just can't live and let live.
What if one of them was your sister or brother, that would be another...
We need more funds, we need more funds.
We can do something now - we can, we have plans for the handicapped who,
let's face it, get trapped by social greed - we can eradicate the need for this type
of care in a few years time, it will simply not be there.
The technology is well-advanced, the way we can scan and screen,
I mean - we are nearing perfect social engineering.
We can identify the cause at source, of course - it's an ethical and moral minefield,
but is has to be crossed and...
Are you saying the loss of an imperfect foetus is no big deal? How do you feel...
It would make sense if, maybe, the baby simply wasn't there at all, wasn't there in the first place.
You are playing games with the human race.
YOU can't decide who is perfect, normal.
Formal identification simply leads to a healthier nation.
Are you serious, imperious, ambivalent, would you give you, consent to such a law?
I admit it's flawed.
Yes, over there, what have you to say?
It's a disgrace the way the authorities do as they please. Take away the rights - can sterilise a
Downs Syndrome girl; it's quite clear no one in the world should have the right to interfere.

Homocystinuria Aria

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is an autosomal recessive
condition, affecting
the Cystathionine synthetas
which in most cases is
which in most cases is
which in most cases is
reduced - or is entirely
absent, absent

Cystathionine synthetas, Cystathionine synthetas
is an enzyme in the pathway
converting methionine
to cystine, cystine
cystathionine synthetase
cystathionine synthetase
is reduced - in some cases
or is simply not there
at all
simply not there

Kiss the Child Goodbye
Father and Mother

Kiss the child goodbye
let her dreams run free
she's been too long trapped in a guilded cage
for all the world to see

Soon enough the call
that tears her from our heart
we'll learn to love the stranger
though it's hard to play the part

Soon enough
our child has grown, he's not our own
she's, still our own sweet baby
soon enough
she's flying high, we wonder why
we both know why, yet maybe

Love will come again
another place and time

Letting go yet holding on
to love that once was mine

Memories and smiles

The look upon her face
Everything that words can't say
And time cannot erase

Soon enough
child has grown, she's not our own
she's still our own sweet baby
Soon enough

she's flying high, we wonder why
we both knew why, yet maybe...

Maybe it was worth it, after all

Always the Best Friends
Girl and her Brother

"I wouldn't change you for the world"

Football, guns and girlfriends
staying out late
eating a Mac on my mountain bike
fighting with my mates

... I wonder if the boiler will burst at school
and they cancel the exam?
And if no one else is going to the arcade tonight
I am

It's hard to keep up with the things he does
I don't know what is real what's pretend
we're pals and buddies most of the time
but always the best of friends

I wonder if he'll take me
bowling again?
I was the one who rolled a strike
three times in a row

I don't like his mates, but he's alright
brother in a million, I guess
there's just one or two who are normal
you can keep the rest

It's hard to keep up with the things she does
I don't know what is real and what's pretend
we're pals and buddies most of the time
but always the best of friends

Here's the rock star
the living legend

Look he's posing again
thinks he sets the trend
She's into babies and butterflies
I insist on a tidy room
She really wants to drive a racing car

... and eat the cheese on the moon

It's hard to keep up with the things she/he does
I don't know what is real and what's pretend
we're pals and buddies most of the time
but always the best of fiends

Birthday
Mother

Love and pain, strange companions
has it always been this way?
Has it taken me this long to come to terms
with the price we have to pay?

Love and anger, love and fear
so often side by side
Do I keep up a mask of devotion
when it's freedom I'm denied?

'Do you want your child to live?'
How could they ask?
When there shines within these ousting eyes
a heart in heaven's gaze
By the grace of God, have I given you enough?
Lord only knows, I carried you for love
Time will heal, time will tell
life has lead us such a dance
we have no right to play creation
you arc so much more than chance

Love and anger, love and fear
I still wonder what you might have been
everyone else can walk away
but I'm the one who dreams

'Do you want your child to live?'
How could they ask?
Did you have no rights, no place
a heart, a life in heaven's gaze?
By the grace of God, have I given you enough?
Lord only knows, I carried you for love

One of the Stars
(Reprise)
Ragdoll

The butterfly
has flown up through the prison bus
high as the sky
she is one of the stars

With the sun on her wings
she is suddenly an angel
silent, golden, shining

Always shining

You Must Never

You must never
marry and have babies join the navy light a fire
hire a mower hunt with hounds no underground
financial dealings painting ceilings driving cars be
alone in bars or own a house pilot a boat or vote or
buy a shotgun run for mayor he a professional
tennis player or anything else professional a model
teenage idol make the charts or start a business
have much wealth think for yourself be influent
or

essential
You must never

take up para-gliding baby minding make a speech
teach the arts or play at party politics or be
creative be persuasive know your rights fight to
cam a wage or stage a protest a march donate your
blood become a ballet dancer a responsible public
figure or anything else responsible a prelate
magistrate affairs of state are not in question have
ideas build a career be respected or

accepted

Normal ( in the Photograph)

The rich are high and mighty
the poor are bold as brass
But we are very normal
we are the middle class

We always back the winner
while sitting on the fence
We never have opinions
we just talk common sense

We're normal. we're normal
normal two point four
With such a perfect image
one could hardly ask for more

We're in the public sector
our friends have private means
We wear our stripes on Mondays
on Sundays we're in jeans

We dabble in the tabloids
because they titillate
We turn down cocktail parties
then rum up slightly late
We're normal, we're normal...

We have a social conscience
we're fairly free of sin
We nearly always vote for Tory
then hope they don't get in
We practice our religion
at least three time a year
We've private health insurance
so there's nothing left to fear

We're nominal, we're normal...
normal two point four
With such a perfect image
we'd never dream of wanting more

Yeah, well there's the taxman scam
and the hall a bottle a day
Of course there was a little ménage
a trois for a while...

Beautiful

I've been mothered, smothered, cuddled, kissed
and danced with cheek to cheek
then buried, lost, forgotten, ignored
for weeks and weeks

I've been stitched and mended a thousand times
given pride of place in the pram
then kicked around like a football
till I don't know where I am

I've been mothered, smothered, cuddled, kissed
then moved from pillar to post
there's a game I'll swear everyone plays
to see who can help me the most

I'm kept in the dark about ordinary things
that everybody knows
it's love without the heart for it
and they don't think that it shows

This is me, the me you see, it's really all I've got
I'd like someone to tell me...
I'd like someone to tell me...
Am I beautiful, am I beautiful, am I beautiful...
or what?
Am I beautiful, am I beautiful, am I...
beautiful or what?

This is not the way I want to live my life
live my life at all
made to look so unimportant
made to look so small - you see
I wonder sometimes whatever will become of me
one day, one day will I fly so free?

This is not the way I imagined they would care
whispered conversations, curious stares
I'm no experiment and I'm not a fragile doll
It's a wonder I'm here at all

And I'd like someone to tell me
I'd like someone to tell me...

Look me in the eye and say it, say you love me
just the way I am

Look me in the eye and say it, say you love me
just the way I am
Am I beautiful, am I beautiful, am I beautiful...
or what?

With the Sun on Her Wings ( prelude)

Watch this Space in the Human Race

Hey I'm up and running
no need for me to hide
loye has got a hold on me
stirring inside
I have seen the sun
It's slowly dawning on me
'you are the one
you've gotta be the one
the only one to get me on my feet
ooh

You set me free and easy
caught me by surprise
all it took was a touch and I was seeing
clear blue skies
Now I can fly
now I can look into your loving eyes
Looking at me looking at you
looking at a brand new world of wonder
ooh

Watch this space
in the human race
got myself a place and it's mine, mine, mine

You spoke and power was flowing
your love is all I need
there's no telling, no way of knowing
where it's gonna lead
I don't know why
you choose to love me this way
I've been freed
you have found me
must have been paper chains that bound me
ooh

Watch this space
in the human race
got myself a place and it's mine mine, mine

Watch this space
in the human race
got myself a place and it's mine mine, mine

Silence

Don't try to drown
your tears as they fall
I know when they fall, and it hurts me
and you can never hide your fears
I've been with you through the years
When alone, you thought you might desert me
I see you in a different way
From all the rest
and my love will stand the test of time
I celebrated the moment I gave you life
and you're mine

Say that you love me
the way that I am
I have given you life without question
love with no blame
What if the world deserts me
I'll cause your heart to sing
the sound that you take for silence
is the beating of angels' wings

Show me a dream
nightmares can't invade

No smile on earth is ever free from sorrow
the fist of power and greed
may strangulate the seed
but then must wear a mask to face tomorrow
I see in you
what others never see
and your love leaves all the rest behind
Who dares to steal your dignity away
when you are mine?

Say that you love me
the way that I am

I have given you life without question
love with no blame

What if the world deserts me
I'll cause your heart to sing
the sound that you take for silence
is the beating of angels' wings

With the Sun on Her Wings

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