London A neon lighthouse shinning it’s light for those Lost in life. Enticing them in for a life to be lived. An offer presented that’s not to be missed. London opens her arms to all who may come. Hear London crying, the many tears I see fall. Filled to the rim but still possessing a quenchless thirst, Relentlessly gathering bodies young, old and ruined, Stumbling over the cracked pavement of life they come, For clichéd, undying promises of riches or resolution. Hear London crying, the many tears I see fall. Cobbled streets in Brick Lane bustle with dreams No one sees the man dying in vomit stained jeans Neon lights of Soho selling cheap sex Tourists step over the train tracked teen. Hear London crying, the many tears I see fall. Hear London crying, the many tears I see fall Those of a mother a child lost to the brown, A friend for another stabbed in a fight A child for a mother not coming home tonight. Hear London crying, the many tears I see fall.
Reason for writing:
The dark side of London. One that can be seen late at night amidst the hustle and bustle of the normal people
Birth sign: Gemini
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