Dear Ipswich, I trust you are well.
And for all the broken hearts here
There are a million mending memoirs to tell
Of hope, and joy, and Community
In Ipswich my pride does swell
Sewing a map of where we stayed
Ripped at the seams our culture oozes out
Not just one but many
differences we can all shout about
And though the alleys are dark at night
In the day with children filled
A golden crest on the phoenix of Suffolk
To show all England how we should further build.
My friends here are not all like me
But our similarities outweigh the past
And so call out to all nations
Come in peace, Unite at last!
