Beneath the rock lies a memory in time, waiting patiently to be unearthed. The vivid light it will bring will turn the sun into the moon. The happiness it will hold will be rejoiced by every Red on this earth. Day by day, night by night the memory can be held so tight. In this lifetime it needs to be, a place on earth our own sanctuary.
Now its time to move this rock, and all shall be revealed hopefully soon. The mystery it holds has of no consequence as once revealed it shall be known. The old man next door knows no other way, and is adament it should sincerely stay. He was lucky enough to see its prime and now it needs to really shine. 'Men from afar mostly know, and those who dont know need to be educated' the old man says, and I his protege have followed this notion. But under the rock its seem to forgot. It needs to be pushed out the way for this lovengly memory to sincerely say ...........
THE LIVERPOOL WAY