Ask yourself this:
Are the fences you put up
Around yourself
Keeping out the hurt
Or keeping you prisoner?

This place doesn’t feel like home anymore
It’s not the people who have changed
Nor the signs, shops or houses
It is I.
I am neither better, nor worse
Just grown
No longer bound like a dog to a lamp post.
This place is frozen in time
With the same old rituals and practices
I just cannot do
With sayings and languages
I can no longer speak
So I choose to leave
And pave a new path
Out of rubble, dust and anything else that is in the way.
I don’t mind
Because the frozen streets taught me well.
So well that the chill can no longer reach my bones
And call me home.

They might as well
have dug two graves
Because I, as well
Died too that day.
Life tugs at my heart
through the bones and the veins
Until hollowed out maiden
Is all that remains.

England will shake
And Great Britain will break.
Blows to the head, from the heart
Is what’s torn us apart.
Divided we stand,
With no outstretched hand.
United no more
With fear at the core.