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“500 Yards From Home — My Song For Crowborough”

This song is born from the same spirit that made Bexhill’s Northeye victory possible — a community that stood up, spoke out, and was finally heard. Now, just a few miles up the road in Crowborough, history threatens to repeat itself. The government has announced plans to house hundreds of adult migrants in the old army training camp — without consultation, without clarity, and without listening to the people who live there. “500 Yards From Home” is the voice of those people — the parents, veterans, shopkeepers, and schoolchildren who love their town and just want fairness, safety, and truth. It’s a reminder that small towns aren’t powerless, that unity still wins, and that democracy begins at the doorstep. This is not a song of hate — it’s a song of home. It’s what happens when ordinary people decide to stand together and say: “We did it once in Northeye — and we’ll do it again.” 500 Yards From Home (Intro) (yeah… 500 yards…)(voices in the wind tonight…) We built our lives where the oak trees grow, Laughter echoed down the lanes we know, Then came the news like a thunder roll, No warning, no knock, no soul in control… (Verse 1) They said it’s just a plan, just a phase, But the fear’s been walking our streets for days. We were never asked, just told — While the ink was drying, the story sold.(yeah, they never asked us...) Now mothers pull their curtains tight, Fathers pacing through the night, Old soldiers shaking their heads, Saying, “We trained there once — it’s not secure, my friend.” (Pre-Chorus) How did this happen in the dark of day? No vote, no voice, just the price we pay. Our peace feels like it’s slipping away — And we’re shouting into the rain… (Chorus) 500 yards from home, (say it loud!) We feel the ground begin to moan. No one asked what we feel inside, Just headlines and the party line. We are the town you forgot to hear, We bleed in silence, we speak in fear — But Crowborough stands, we won’t be moved, We’ve got nothing left to lose!(yeah, we won’t be moved…) (Verse 2) They talk of savings, policies, plans, While we hold photos in trembling hands. Children walking past rusted gates, Don’t even know what choice awaits.(keep them safe, keep them safe...) We don’t hate — we just need a say, We’re the ones who’ll live this every day. The fields, the schools, the narrow road — This is more than a postcode. (Pre-Chorus 2) You call it housing — we call it home, Don’t make decisions from a London phone. We see the cost, not just the chart, We see the fear inside our hearts. (Chorus) 500 yards from home, We feel the tremor in the stone. We built this town, we raised it tall, Don’t let it crumble from one call. We are the roots beneath this clay, You can’t just take our say away! Crowborough cries, but still she stands, With open eyes and folded hands… (Bridge) Hear us now — not hate, but plea, Let reason rise, let truth be free. We’re tired of secrets, tired of spin, We just want safety, peace again.(hear us now, hear us now…) (Final Chorus) 500 yards from home, (Crowborough strong!) We won’t be quiet, we won’t be gone. The hill still echoes every name, Of those who fought to guard this flame. If safety’s what the world should mean, Then let it start on our village green. We are the people — we still believe, Crowborough won’t be forced to grieve.(yeah, we still believe...) (Outro) 500 yards from home… We still stand. We still care.We still belong.