Living in the sleepy market town of Boston, in the heart of the Fens, is not the same as it used to be but it is now, and always will be, home.

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by Me

when i was just a young boy
i could play out in the street
i could stay out til it got dark
not concerned with who i'd meet

i would still get into trouble
but nothing really bad
and i was oh so very grateful
for the fun things that i had

i used to have a tonka toy
a great big tipper truck
i'd take it to the playing field
and fill the back with muck

i'd take it to a big hill
and push it from the top
and watch it bouce and roll about
before it came to stop

and then i'd go and fetch it
and do it all again
cus things were made of metal
and were made to last back then

and if i got in trouble
with the neighbours being bad
they'd threaten we with a thick ear
and they'd tell my mum or dad

we'd also play at football
and we'd play at hide and seek
hiding out in peoples gardens
hearing them shout 'bloody cheek'

but everything was so much fun
and people so easy going
they'd pass you the ball if it went in their yard
they'd snowball you if it was snowing

but now i'm a dad and so much has changed
i won't let my kids in the street
there's so many people so warped and deranged
i'm scared who my children might meet

and as for my door, it's locked all the time
security high on my mind
with junkies and drunkards all staggering by
the streets are no longer so kind

we've lost something priceless in such a short time
in five years who knows where we'll be
there's nothing worth more a calm peace of mind
but what's lost is our community