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Oct 2017
Strangers fight
Women and children cried
Such a lonely place
Where no one is safe
When i was five years old
I walked up the hill of this town
Sit above the corn fields look over the trees
At my feet chimney stacks and opportunities
Everythings changing in my old hometown
The factories have all been pulled down
Grown men stare with no place to go
So they vanish home
And spend their days wondering what to do

Lovers sit, on the bench tonight
With a bottle of beer in one hand
They embrace each other tight
Faces lit amidst mobile phone light
He texts another behind her back
Isn't modern love sad
The courthouse is now gone
The fast food chain came along
Like crime isn't here but we all need more food
And the jobcentre closed due to lack of room
For all the people who just get along
Driving third hand cars with the radio on
People who work their whole lives are no better off
Than a man with no place to call home
Tell me please, what's going on

All that i see,is lost opportunity
A father walks home with his little daughter
And broken soled shoes at her feet
Past the places where i played don't look like they used to
Boarded up houses on Curzon Street

I don't recognise my old hometown
Sirens wailing around
Grown men walk around with no place to go
Please take me home
Written by
Jay 1988  England
(England)   
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