Hillsborough
Standing on the terraces singing with joy
I must sing louder, opposing fans to annoy
We get pushed forward, nearer the front
Dave trips over, lets out a grunt
We don’t realise anything is wrong
Until a young boy, is trampled on
He can’t get up, there is no room
For him it must be, certain doom
Fans clamour and try to find
A way to leave this madness behind
Many are lucky and manage to get out
But ninety five can only scream and shout
This should have been forest against Mersey red
But ninety five fans have ended up dead
Driving to Sheffield young Lee (fourteen) can’t wait
But he doesn’t know about his own fate
He will be crushed to death like a paper cup
Because it’s the Semi-Final of the FA Cup
Fifteenth of April, nineteen eighty nine
I know what I was doing at this time
I put the TV on, to watch the match
Then I began to cry,
I couldn’t think why,
It was because my friend Lee
Was about to die.
In Loving memory of, Lee Nicol. May you Rest In Peace.
Also, to the other 95 who lost thier lives that day.
And thought to all families and loved ones who have had to endure everyday and forever more Amen.
Memories and thoughts will never be silenced.
Amen.
Stuart Watson
5 January 2005