They’ve pulled the cobbled rug from beneath our feet.
Timeworn streets are concealed now with tarmac.
Kids play on the ‘smooth’, the middle of the road.
The textured surfaces are gone, replaced by black.

Covering them up doesn’t take the soul from Liverpool.
Sights and sounds on those streets made us who we are.
They formed our friendships, our resilience, our humour.
No doubt too they left almost all of us with a scar.

Shared challenges have given us a collective psyche.
Those streets, where attachments were formed.
We’re not perfect at all but we care for each other.
Liverpool streets, where our welcomes were warmed.

Hope Street and Bold Street capture our traits.
Our songs proclaim Anson Terrace and Penny Lane,
The Pier Head, Bevington Bush and Frederick Street,
And Lime Street where we always return on the train.