Wigan Album

Who made you , who built you ,
who made you their home,
few now they notice , as you stand here alone ,
black and white portrait
can not show your true ,
when the changing of colours
each season round you.
Give me the sunshine
and the land of your ear
the yonder far climb
and the clouds you are near
The colours around you
show not a sad face ,
if you imagine beyond it
the rest is in place ...