A beautiful land, sunny and blue,
Did you realise such a place was near you?
A short way away from the cold heart that is London,
Where any form of warmth has been abandoned.
Where kindness and care don’t have a place.
Where one’s love is for one’s own race…
Only if you walk with your eyes closed shut.
Open your eyes and then you will see,
True warmth isn’t just of the sea,
It surrounds us like the sun in the summer.
Like a blanket in the winter or the embrace of a lover.
Joy and warmth are around you as long as you aren’t blind.
Even dreary cold London can be your Portsmouth. Open your eyes!
Release the shutters from your mind.
Leave your dark thoughts behind.
And let wherever you are be your Portsmouth.