(In memory of Stephen Vickery
14 April 1981 - 20 April 2008)
Tower bridge is closing, and all of Bermondsey's asleep.
The street light walks the waters, rising fast and dark and deep.
Well is your work of art so heavy that it will not let you live?
You'll be missed.
Soon there'll be flowers in the river, tears being shed.
You'll be missed.
You'll be missed.
So life has blessed you with a gift, boy, that you've gone and thrown away.
where
vickery
tower
thinking
throwing
tears
street
stephen
thrown
rising
whole
remember
reads
family
often
bridge
throw
known
overcome
walks
april
demons
future
waters
blessed
asleep
would
better
behind
river
flowers
grown
closing
being
found
heavy
light
memory
missed
prayers
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