Manchester
We are what we are
The first city where our fathers were taken from us
We are built on blood, sweat and industrialisation
Places where we walk over bones
Over the mass graves of past times
We people solid as steel
Busy as bees
Quick as computers
Sometimes as rough as nails
We are blue, we are red and we are so much more
Always expanding
The 3rd largest airport
That welcomes faces from many lands
The Seattle of England
We sing through rainy skies
“You can’t take Manchester out of me!”
and the heavens open up above the city
A bright light emerges from the longest tunnel of darkness
Its spirit holds you and tells you
You are home.