It was dark
but there were shadows
lurking over me
I felt cold
when the hands of time
caressed my heart
I was banished from your life
I was crucified for being me
You left me but I’m too young to die
Midnight is such a lonely place
no more waking in the morning to see your face
your footsteps are the daggers that’s ripping me to sheds
close the door, turn off the light
our midnight is a lonely place
There was light
the fire of your passion burnt out soul
igniting my hate for all you’ve done
There was warmth
that set me ablaze
the ashes of a broken heart remains
I was judged on the outcome of no control
I was victimised because I felt too much for you
now I cry my broken tears
Midnight is such a lonely place
I’m hiding in my fears, afraid to show my face
the scars will not heal, but love will surely die
when nothing can bring a eclipsed goodbye
Midnight is not the time to cry
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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