#Belfast

siranswerer

When I dream of Belfast,
I always dream its night,
I dream of city hall,
And of punks in a fight.
When I dream of Belfast,
Its mostly all the same,
Old friends long gone,
Some without a name.
When I dream of Belfast,
Its never bad or sad,
Its always about the struggles,
Of when I was a lad.
When I dream of Belfast
The message is always mixed,
And then in the morning,
I see nothings been fixed.

  • Author: siranswerer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 19th, 2022 04:26
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • BoxMyHeart

    I had to laugh at the end.

    I see that nothings fixed!!! Haha, brilliant.



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