The greyest of skies
Follows darkest night
By the surging sea
A birds call carries

Mournful and plaintive
Alone in sadness
It tears at my heart
Sharing in its loss

Waves smash at the shore
Releasing that which,
They've shared for so long
Life - that I'd die for

Rain sweeps in across
The bays wild foaming
Stinging at my eyes
Displacing the gull

Forcing me at last
To face what's the truth
That life shades in dark
And we are alone.

As I stood there
On a Monday morning
In the quiet peace
Of Highgate Cemetery

I thought of Lily
Lily with the long dark hair
That flows through my mind
From time to time

How could it be?
I thought to myself
That here before Marx's tomb
I should think of her

The answer was simple
Marx was a great thinker
But Lily
Is London's flower.