Miracles still contrive to happen
Amongst concrete
And in such bitter cold
Tonight I walked home from the station
Ian Curtis calling me
The lights of Stratford
Showing me
How to shine
And inspiration
Grabbed me
By the scruff of the neck
And told me
To get myself together
Told me
What I am here for
Tragedy in waiting
I'll embrace it
Now I have a reason
And I can walk again.