| The Survivors |
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| Cross a windy bridge |
| one winter night |
| Past Embankment Gardens |
| enter warmth and light |
| Face the music |
| (it's never easy) |
| Forget the chill |
| Face the future |
| (it's never easy) |
| Find the will |
| If life is worth living |
| it’s got to be done |
| One might be forgiven |
| for thinking |
| it’s a life on the run |
| Many roads will cross through |
| many lives |
| but somehow you survive |
| Look around |
| Picture what’s in store |
| Is this the final edit |
| or is the subject now a bore? |
| Don’t shrug your shoulders |
| (it's always easy) |
| You can’t ignore |
| That life is worth living |
| it’s still worth a damn |
| One might be forgiven |
| for thinking |
| it’s something of a sham |
| Many words may make it sound contrived |
| but somehow we’re alive |
| (The survivors) |
| Our heads bowed |
| (The survivors) |
| At memorials for other faces in the crowd |
| Teachers and artists |
| (it's never easy) |
| and Saturday girls |
| in suits or sequins |
