Might not be rich in wealth
But she rich in self
That’s the kind of girl
That make my heart melt.

Not rich in things
But rich in values
Make my heart sing
Make my heart value.

Loving, caring
Sharing and funny
Knows much more important
Than just looks and money.

Got heart, character
Things money can’t buy
I watched many a fool burn
Both as they try.

She not rich in wealth
But she oil rich in life
That’s the kind of girl
I call my type.

Honest, straight
Tell you as it is
Person like that
Person with I could live.

She got the riches
Not every eye can see
But they’re the riches
Make a rich guy of me.

Might not be rich in wealth
But oil rich in life
That’s the kind of girl
I call my type.

© Daniel Breslin

Never ask for anything
Yet you give them all
Give them nearly everything
And then they let you fall.

Play the clown
To play it down
When your backs
Against the wall.

Standing firm
While your heart burns
Hoping they learn
They learn, fuck all.

Do not despise
Unlearned eyes
As you rise
To walk more tall.

For if you look within
When you lose you win
And no time
Is ever lost all.

© Daniel Breslin

Put that smile on my face
Like only you do best
You always care more
So many couldn’t care less.

Put that smile on my face
When I’m full of unspoken stress
Never asking what they are
Knowing I’ll tell you when it’s best.

Put that smile on my face
One only few can do
Knowing in every battle that you face
I’ll be beside you battling too.

Keeping a smile on someones face
Is the greatest thing one can do
And in every battle that they face
They’ll be already half way through.

© Daniel Breslin

It’s often in moments of pure insanity
I delight most in our humanity
Moments so out of the box
Feel so alive my heart nearly stops.

Times of madness, times we share
Times of magic, times we dare
Step outside ‘normal’ step outside ‘sane’
Step into life and forget the made game.

Focus on this, the moment, the now
Animate yourself in anyway you know how
Sing, dance, shout, swing
Laugh, fuck, curse something.

This is our ticket, our moment, our time
And I won’t be restricted to waiting in line.
I’ll take to the streets, to a beat a dance floor
I’ll take to the skies, I’ll rise and explore.

Acknowledge your existence however feels right
Opinions aren’t worth pittance live your fucking life
You are a mass of energy, in a conscious able form
Now go master this energy, it is why you were born.

© Daniel Breslin

She loves to love
She lives to give
She loves the buzz
She’s a buzzing bitch.

She’s your bosom buddy
She loves the craic
But when the water’s muddy
She’d have your back.

She loves her prawns
She’s always asking
Just creating bonds
Not a guise she’s masking.

She lives to love
She loves to live 
And she loves to buzz
The buzzing bitch.

© Daniel Breslin

The mind is such a torturous thing
And me I’m such a fool
Finding a girl I care about is such a rarity
When I do, I never play it cool.

I’ve been with many women
But I always play it straight
Just like I did when I was beginning
To enter the charade of dates.

See I hate fucking small talk
Have no time for anyone fake
And that’s all anyone is or does
Until at least the third date.

If I tell them that I like them
But I see us going nowhere
They find me fucking exciting
And that girl ain’t going nowhere.

But if I tell them that I’m interested
Honest just out straight
She panics like I’m infected
Starts looking for her mate.

See I tell it as it is
Never tell them what they want to hear
I could do that with fucking ease
But honestly what the fuck is going on here?

Everyone is looking for something real
But knows you must get it by being fake
Pretend that you don’t feel
And you both just happened on the date.

It’s a game full of muppets
Who think they’re masters of the craft
I could play you all like puppets
But the fuck’s not worth the graft.

I need to look you in the eye
And see you as an equal
Know your not just pretty on the eye
You’re one of few free thinking people.

See the girls I choose are few
The ones who stay are less
But the best ones fucking do
And we’ve had sex before we’ve undressed.

Any hottie can give her body
And you might think that sex is great
But until one’s given you her soul
You’re still a virgin mate.

© Daniel Breslin

The heart wants what It wants
That’s easy enough to see
My heart taunts and it taunts
That’s whats troubling me.

I ain’t a playboy
In the sense I don’t like to play with peoples hearts
What happens on the day boy
The heart doesn’t want to finish what it starts.

© Daniel Breslin