Tourists

All the cranes and all the diggers
all the workmen hard at work
pulling down all my memories
and crushing them in the dirt
poor old mum an dad would tremble
in there West Derby home
to see there loving comfy home
stripped down to the bone
its all in the name of progress
its all for our own good
we'll have the best of everything
but I’d stop it if I could
we've become tourists in are own home town
not understanding where we are
things we held as precious
are simply turned into a scar
what was wrong with the old houses
they where beautiful inside
mum and dad would show the Queen about
and they'd do it with some pride
ok where moving forward
and doing it with stile
where only losing memories
but don't expect me to smile.

By Ted Freeman