The toll of Saint Stephens bells

Saint Stephen's Churchbells

St. Stephen's Churchbells chime the hour,
In the endless sea's of grey.
Whilst vacant souls chasing dragons,
Wile the days away.

Meander down through Sneinton Dale,
And inner city rot
This place once strong &; vibrant?
Now choked upon this city - Snot?

Vacuous youths, roam maudlin streets,
Awaiting criminal ploy
Their home, the back street alley's
Another place to steal some joy?

As gawky girls share cigarettes,
They dream of 'true romance'
Virginity lost long ago -
Childhoods last tragic dance?

As I walked across the graveyard,
Through the hard cold pillared stones,
Misery becomes us, as
We wait to become bones.

Alas! I St Stephen's Churchbells cry,
All Sneinton is forlorn
Our lord, our saint, our Saviour
We weep - he is no more.