For the greater good, Sir
I fell in line
Attaboy
The saddest lines were all through composed
I hope when I'm gone (The last of the war novels)
I won't wrestle much (Was from the point of view of a child)
No, it's a kind of interdependence
We've, for too long, relied on
Wait, tell me where to go (The girls braid each other's hair)
If it were that simple (On the rectory steps)
I would've found my way by now
My shoes untied
My uniform stained black and blue
But in my mind I've gone farther than I've ever gone
Past the Donnelly's
My brother used to hang there all the time