An excerpt from my book which i haven't given a title yet

The last place I wanted to be on a sunny day in late July was sitting in a car, stuck in heavy traffic. Cars towing trailers clogged the lane in front, almost bringing it to a standstill. Holiday traffic. But I wasn't going on holiday. I am being driven away from my friends, my summer, kidnapped by my own father.
I glanced over to the driver's seat, where my father sat, his face frowning and tense, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. It was hot and stuffy. The car was packed with gear. We were going to stay at my grandmother's for an indefinite period. I do not like going there, even in the best of circumstances.
Father stared forward, unresponsive, so I turned away, studying the road ahead. The traffic was freeing up now. The speedometer flickered through 50 to 60 and 70, climbing up steadily. The cars and lorries kept pace with each other as they traveled towards a point where the motor way narrowed. It was almost like entering a tunnel. The three lanes were squeezed down, causing the traffic to bunch as the stream of vehicles entered a deep defile.
I was still reviewing my grievances, safe in my mental cocoon, when all my problems went right out of my head. I was a fraction of a second away from death...

Heart of stone

Once I had a heart of stone
For it had surely lost its home
It could not love or wanted to
But in my life, then came you...

The stones began to fall away
As happiness began to fill my day
A feeling so sweet and special too.
Could this be love? I pray it's true...

My heart now sings a song of love
For I know it was sent from above.
My heart is warm, there is no cold
Hard no more, but with wings of gold...

It soars above the sky so high
Sometimes I think of you and cry
My heart now sings a loving song
For the part of me that was gone...


This gift that your have given to me
Is important, can't you see?
No more sadness of being alone
For now my heart returns to its home.