So altered from that sombre day when first I stood...
Surrounded by the crying, ever needy throng...

I hope when your ego is scraping the ceiling,
And your mirrors grow tired of that smile...

Into the bowels of Hull city centre
Far, far from the world outside...

With one last push and one huge scream I stumbled...
Released at last from you, the first and final...

It is hot today, and the sun shines upon...
Whether they wish to look upwards or not...

Sometimes this effortless silence,
Lies shattered in the wake of you...

A walk you said, across the forest floor,
To view a scene with awe and wonder...

So soon when the morning light washes,
The land with its blanket of white...

So now you stand out from the shadows my darling,
Without now the need for disguise...