Broken Angels
With a hand-shake like a horse-bite
he was riven from the stone
His eyes were lined with sloe-black dust
and the coalface was his home
His friends were cast in ringing steel
like the wheels in the spinning skies
Where cages dropped them underground
you could feel the weight in their sighs
Chorus
They were the backbone of the country
where true victories are won
They were the hard-knock choirboys
every daughter, mother and son
And wishes are not granted
they’re ripped from tortured souls
Storm battered, dream shattered
War-torn sweethearts shot with holes
Resignation knew no better
in their glittering gritstone eyes
quoits on the green, coits off and keen
where the wind-hushed kestrel flies
And a rebel in the soul
is worth two on the road
but a restless soul in torment
has no fixed abode
Chorus
(They were etc)
Broken windows, broken homes
broken promises
Broken angels