#3Tale of Two Burgs
It was the worst of times ever
Everything collected was lost
Life was now a hard endeavor
A city sat and pondered cost
Was there prayers with joy forgotten?
Life left still along the that bench?
Smiling lips on the down trodden?
A draught of hope this thirst to quench?
Who can answer this our question?
What knife to whittle down this list?
These men save in desperation?
A city wandering through mist.
Begin again now to win through
Start fresh, renewed and together mesh
This strong mesh, this team alive fresh
As always the answer is you