We are what we are

The first city where our fathers were taken from us

We are built on blood, sweat and industrialisation

Places where we walk over bones

Over the mass graves of past times

We people solid as steel

Busy as bees

Quick as computers

Sometimes as rough as nails

We are blue, we are red and we are so much more

Always expanding

The 3rd largest airport

That welcomes faces from many lands

The Seattle of England

We sing through rainy skies

“You can’t take Manchester out of me!”

and the heavens open up above the city

A bright light emerges from the longest tunnel of darkness

Its spirit holds you and tells you

You are home.