Second Birth (N.Thomas/C.Stipetic) We filed inside, my father and I, Row after row of downcast faces Lives held together with frayed shoelaces And the hope of second birth We'd walk the streets, week after week Engineering works and machining factories Notice boards and apprentice vacancies Finding out that it all adds up to be A slowing downward spiral This dirty town betrayed it's work force Workers children's cries then echoed through The revolutions mills Where once the spinners rhythm manufacturing A deaf defying roar Now only ghostly silence haunts the empty floor [more]