Coming Through

At The Beginning We Lost The Plot

There Wasn’t An Ounce Of Flour To Be Got

What Odlums Had To Do Was Work A Twenty Four Hour Day

To Keep The Demand For Flour At Bay

The Fridge Became Our Best Friend

From It We Could Not Part

As We Ate Our Way Through Our Problems To Quell The Fear In Our Hearts

A Way To Stop The Tears Falling And The Heartache Felt Inside

Our Minds Went Somewhere Else

It Was Too Much To Bear

Too Much To Take In

Was This Really Happening ?Am I Hearing This Right

I Wish I Could Hide

Instead We Decided To Take Up The Fight

For Ireland’s Call

We Stay At Home

We Are Never Really On Our Own

We Can Pick Up The Phone

To Neighbour Or Friend

When Things Feel Scary Or We Feel There Is No End

Know We Are All Going Through This Together

We Will Take Each Others Virtual Hand

And Guide Each Through

The Worst Is Behind Us

We Are Assured There Is A Future Plan

To Live Here In The Present

Is The Gift In The Now

So Live The Best Life You Know How

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