Derby, such culture, such diversity, such pride,

But have you ever stopped to think,

What it must be like on the streets?

Not walking on them, but living on them.

 

Just a word, a coffee, a sandwich,

Could make the difference between a good or bad day,

I saw last week on Iron Gate a man, so despaired

He was grinding his own fingernails on the pavement,

Almost down to the bone he was.

 

Derby, such a beautiful place, with such beautiful characters,

Every face a different story, each with another tale to tell,

But can we look at our city with such pride,

If we do nothing to help the people who need our time most.