Dusty town,
Silver underneath,
One side brown,
White across the street.
Dangerous and small,
One is the other,
Big and tall,
Just no bother.
Separate in thought,
Connected in dreams,
Distance some walked,
In blood red streams.
All came to overcome,
All by default,
Not be left undone,
Is some memory drought.
We brought the ghost alive,
The spirit of worth and dignity,
Every positive idea can jive in,
Birmingham our Magic City!
FTBAS 3.2.14
