Check the ticket's in my wallet Then swig a cup of tea 7.30 in the morning One game from Wembley Out the door and on the street Off to meet the boys To sing the songs we love to sing And fill the ground with noise The coach pulls up and we all pile on Belly full of butterflies Then off to Sheffield we all go The FA cup our prize 9.00am and the songs have started I talk about the game To a young lad thats sat next to me I didn't catch his name The journeys taking hours And we cross the Pennine hills But my mind drifts off to Hillsborough As I dream of Beardsley's skills "My favourite player's Aldo" Says the boy sat next to me His eyes full of excitement And his words are filled with glee "I'm meeting me mate when I get to the ground" "He's travelling up by train" "I'll see you back here on the coach" "When we've beaten Forest again" The coach pulled up and off he went Going to meet his friend I check my ticket once again The Leppings Lane End It's getting near to kick off And I'm getting close to the ground But nobody seems to be moving I'm stuck tight in this crowd I'm just starting to panic And a bizzie opens the gate A red tide moves down the tunnel Moving closer to thier fate I remember clearly that tunnel And the light shone at the end And as I think back to that fateful day I still can't comprehend That the coppers called us vandals And drunken loutish liars And the media fed us spite and hate When compassion was required But back to that day and the things I saw Unfold before my eyes The sight of grown men screaming And the air was full of cries But I was one of the lucky ones Because I came home alive I watched heroes in scarves on the pitch Trying helplessly to revive- Their friends their family and strangers Who'd all come to watch a game But their lives were crushed that fateful day On a terrace called Leppings Lane The memories still haunt me Every time I go to sleep But theres one memory that gets me And always makes me weep Back on the coach with my head on the glass I remember my heart it skipped a beat When I turned to the young lad next to me And noticed his empty seat There were 96 empty seats that day 96 friends that we lost And while Kelvin counted the pennies The families counted the loss So next time you're at Anfield Visit the eternal flame Feel the stone cold marble And touch a person's name And while you say a silent prayer And your dreams are tossed and blown Remember those 96 empty seats That must never walk alone Justice for the 96
No, but another great poem. Edit: Sorry, I misread as 'the Dave Kirby Poem'. Don't know who wrote the one the OP posted.
The memorial service is free to watch live on the website: http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/news/latest-news/hillsborough-service-details-2
