The Day that Innocence Died

Sweeping up the dust

An empty corridor

Nearly a full furlong

Twenty pounds a day

Soon to be demolished

So why sweep up the dust?


Load of rubbish

Something like a hundred years

So many lives

But now so empty

Sweeping away the history

In the largest room

Old photographs of Diesel pumps that went into big ships

That went across the Oceans

All across the World

They came from my little town

Still some fellas working

Radio on the side

That day, we went home early

The day that innocence died

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