The Sun Is Often Out

	Tower Bridge
	Is closing
	And all of Bermondsey
	Is asleep
	Streetlight walks the waters
	Rising fast and dark and deep
	Well is your work of art so heavy
	That it will not let you live?
	You'll be missed
	Soon there'll be flowers in the river
	Tears being shed
	You'll be missed
	So life has blessed you with a gift boy
	That you’ve gone and thrown away
	And with it your whole future
	And left behind your family
	They’re throwing flowers in the river
	Prayers are being said
	You’ll be missed
	They’re throwing flowers in the river
	Where your body cold was found
	And you’re missed
	You’re missed
	Now I sit down here at low tide
	And I wait for the Peregrines
	Stephen this is where I live now
	That I have overcome my demons
	And have grown out of that thinking
	That would not me live or give
	I throw my flowers in the river
	Tears are being shed
	You are missed
	And the poem reads
	And I remember the day you told me that
	The sun, the sun, the sun
	The sun is often out
	Why didn't you KNOW that
	And yes
	The sun, the sun, the sun
	Is often out
	I wish I had known you better
	Was your work of art so heavy
	That it would not let you live?

	Tower Bridge
	Is closing
	And all of Bermondsey
	Is asleep
	Streetlight walks the waters
	Rising fast and dark and deep
	Well is your work of art so heavy
	That it will not let you live?
	You' ll be missed
	Soon there' ll be flowers in the river
	Tears being shed
	You' ll be missed
	So life has blessed you with a gift boy
	That you' ve gone and thrown away
	And with it your whole future
	And left behind your family
	They' re throwing flowers in the river
	Prayers are being said
	You' ll be missed
	They' re throwing flowers in the river
	Where your body cold was found
	And you' re missed
	You' re missed
	Now I sit down here at low tide
	And I wait for the Peregrines
	Stephen this is where I live now
	That I have overcome my demons
	And have grown out of that thinking
	That would not me live or give
	I throw my flowers in the river
	Tears are being shed
	You are missed
	And the poem reads
	And I remember the day you told me that
	The sun, the sun, the sun
	The sun is often out
	Why didn' t you KNOW that
	And yes
	The sun, the sun, the sun
	Is often out
	I wish I had known you better
	Was your work of art so heavy
	That it would not let you live?