I was not born, but came to life here.

I didn’t grow up, but grew into me here.

I didn’t go to school, but my school was here.

I left, but have never left here,

My heart learned to beat and my lungs to breathe here.

 

A thousand years, a thousand more,

I’ll never walk alone through war,

With echoes of the Bunnymen

In crystal days and killing moon.

 

First picture framed by Liver sky

And iron birds that yearn to fly,,

A sponge to soak your references,

Cathedrals, football, preferences.

 

Marooned at sea, a slave set free

Places that remember me

Some gone away, this heart remains

Imagination, ferry, stains.

 

Horizons transatlantic draw

The landscape that I see and saw,

Liverpool you know you’re mine,

Not his or hers or theirs but mine.

 

I was not born, but came to life here

I didn’t grow up, but grew into me here

I didn’t go to school, but was schooled here

I left, but have never left here

My heart beats on and my lungs still breathe here.

 

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