My City

I'm standing on the roof, a car park, southside.

I'm staring out against the night, taking in the city, taking in the illuminated scene.

There's a castle, a hill and a seat, so close, but so distant.

Seperated by miles of winding, cobbled streets, people to encounter.

I look out, my mind full of what has gone before, chances taken or missed.

I take one last look, out upon the city, out upon MY city, my home...

I'll be talkin to yaa xxx