For those us whom' love our home,
We care not what you say,
All we hear is fright and fear.
And souls who've gone astray.

We see it all just fine ourselves,
We live it every day.
But London lives within our hearts,
Despite it's clear decay.

We'll rise or fall within its walls,
I'm sure we'll find a way.
If not we'll mourn its final morn,
This is why we stay.

We Are Who We Are