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“St. Peters”
I danced on the day
When the sky turned black
Oh how I danced
With the devil on my back
Doorway burning lighting the way
But young people got to dance.
There is a fire in St. Peters
I saw in a dream that I would be there.
Women in tears
Up in Cripplegate
Somewhere within
A still small voice
Doorway woman laughing out loud
But young got to take a chance.
© Gerry Wall | Canada | www.gerrywall.com