Bradford

Bradford

Sometimes I miss the old city
I just found that urban decay so pretty
An alternative scene that i could relate
A city of contrasts love and hate

So close to the wild places
Comfort in recognising the familiar faces
Sharing family dysfunction with innocent eyes
In a city violent taught to despise

A place that shapes formative years
A strong industry in pharmaceutical careers
Under snow confetti a stolen kiss
Sunlight sharing a moment of ecstasy bliss

Fragmented precious moments shared
Interspersed with black moments despaired
Losing friends through the frowns
Losing our heads through the comedowns

We were the youth new generation
Perhaps lost to every new innovation
Anachronisms without realising were old
Perhaps from urban decay beauty can unfold