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?