This way to the motion

This way I finally go

God hand me a chance to reply

God deal me a possibility

Grab your thoughts and let’s go

Round our way

Drabness wraps silent days

Buried beneath, I could be

Time to escape this forgotten place

This way to set motions

Pioneering experiences are rife

We should seek our recompense

We should escape to seek luminescence

We slide a pathway downwards

We slip on stones downwards

The supermarket lay dormant

Even the pound shops sag lazily

This way full of emotion

This way we cannot go

God hand a hope in hell

God deal out and show

Drabness wraps silent nights

Dull broken tower blocks sagging

Buried beneath I could be

Dull broken tower blocks flagging

The market is gone

The library fades from thoughts

The canal is filled with unwanted waste

The bars have barred-up broken windows

Long left the football team

The cemetery has been buried further

The old spire stands unsighted

Its stained-glass soul shattered 

The locos are rusting beyond repair

The Vale’s trees collapse in gales

Brookdale, a car park of gas-heads

This way for our motion

This way we finally go

God hand us a chance to fly

God deal us a possibility