Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Loyalty , it’s a stubborn fence post sitting in a paddock holding up the strains of wires keeping the animals in , faithful, sure and certain. Loyalty is butter spread all over the toast of human relations, a flagpole standing proud in the middle of the parade ground, the salute, the nod the acknowledgement. Loyalty – its the dog sled going to the South pole , the vats of belief in the leader of the pack, heads down keep going. Loyalty, the opposite of politics, when the ship is sinking the water is lapping around their neck, the leader smells and looks like a rat, so jump in with all the others, tiny feet working triple time under the surface trying to find some bit of wreckage to cling on to, somewhere to breathe while another target is found for your unfaltering LOYALTY- huh! 

Loyalty it’s a tattoo , a brand on your heart and conscience, sitting just near the middle of your forehead, At the end of the day if done correctly loyalty may produce a beneficial restorative quality like an iced tea on a banana lounge in the back yard after the humidity of an oppressive day starts to sag. Loyalty is a cool wind on the inside of your mind, knowing you’ve staid the course, done your best, made every effort. A small bubbling brook of pleasure might well flow within in a meditative calm. You are an anchor, you are solid steel, you are bulletporoof, when your passion is given to one thing one person, one cause.  Guilt free, no heaviness, until you work out you might be on the wrong side…. Football teams continual losing scenarios, when do you abandon? When do you  see the cleaver coming and decide to duck?