Lyra McKee

There was tension in the air
As she left that night
For a story or a soundbite
Even wild horses could not have stopped her leaving

With their hoods and masks and their hidden faces
Their petrol bombs and bricks they waited
As the convoy made its way along the Foyle
Up to the Creggan

The stage was set above the Derry walls
"Time for action", the commander calls
Up there where dissidents geared up for leaving

Oh the night it was black, the riot began
Crowds gathered and children ran
A bullet cracked and
Lyra fell where she was standing

In the right place
At the wrong time
Out looking for a storyline
Violence turned that night up in the Creggan

Lyra worked behind the lines
"A rising star" said the Irish Times
Now her light still shines
Down on those who killed her

There was tension in the air
As she left that night
For a story or a soundbite
Even wild horses could not have stopped her leaving

Lyra, Lyra McKee, Lyra, Lyra McKee, Lyra
Lyra McKee. Remember Lyra