Pigeon Song

London, did you have to

take my child away?

you buried him under

rent and low pay.

I've been cyling in circles

round your empty streets.

i've been searching

in the pouring rain.

I've been going alone

to the cinema

I've been stealing all my food

from the electric avenue

now the pigeons gather

round my feeding hand.

and we talk til the evening fades.

I have learnt how it goes

what you wait for never shows

and what you least wanted

holds you down like a stone.

just like a stone.

Now i feed the birds.

day after day.

only they can hear me pray for

a lighter heart. a lighter load

to be moving. moving. moving

my way home