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-In memory of Stephen Vickery 14 April 1981 - 20 April 2008- Tower Bridge Is closing And all of Bermondsey Is asleep Streetlight walks the waters Rising fast and dark and deep Well is your work of art so heavy That it will not let you live? You'll be missed Soon there'll be flowers in the river Tears being shed You'll be missed You'll be missed So life has blessed you with a gift, boy That you've gone and thrown away And with it your whole future And left behind your family They're throwing flowers in the river Prayers are being said You are missed They're throwing flowers in the river Where your body cold was found You are missed Missed Now I sit down here at low tide And I wait for the Peregrines Stephen, this is where I live now That I have overcome my demons And have grown out of that thinking That would not let me live or give I throw my flowers in the river Tears are being shed You are missed And the poem reads And I remember the day you told me that The sun, the sun, the sun The sun is often out Why didn't you KNOW that? The sun The sun The sun Is often out I wish I had known you better The sun The sun The sun Is often out Was your work of art so heavy That it would not let you live? |