A city,
Forever changed
By the actions
Of a single coward.
We awoke one grey morning
To find destruction
In the place we call
Home.
He stole some beautiful souls
And they gained
Their wings far too early.
They will be remembered,
Always
For they were each
A ray of sunshine
Without them
Our sky is grey.
He tried to break
Our spirits
Like many before.
If you try to beat us
You obviously don\'t know who we are.
We are a city of love and passion.
That no coward
Could twist to hate and terror.
A Mancunian never fears.
We are all
Phoenixes rising from the ashes
Again and again.
And after all,
The bees are still buzzing.