Boxing Day In Lower Broadheath

A Memory of Lower Broadheath.

I walked through your streets, for I am your child
I passed the house where I used to live
I wandered through the field where I used to play
I went to your Church, I grew up here
I visited a grave of someone dear
You did not see me, you did not know or notice me
Overwhelmed by sadness, I go on loving you,
for I am your child and I love you still.

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