LONDON, MY HEART
by Patrick T. Power
London, my heart is calling
Through dust that fills your skies
London, my heart is falling
With the tears that cloud your eyes
London, my heart is aching
With the pictures on my screen
London, my heart is breaking
Is this all just make-believe?
London bridges falling down
Morning turns to night
Hopes and wishes all around
Does black ever turn to white?
London, my heart is bleeding
Will a cure come sure and swift?
London, my heart is pleading —
Will this shadow ever lift?
London, my heart is grieving
For the victims of this game
London, my heart is screaming
At the ones who are to blame
London tears are falling down
Does wrong after wrong make a right?
Hopes and fears are all around
Will black ever turn to white?
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