The Leaving of Liverpool

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It is the mark of the man
To be known by his deeds
Not words
When stars dipped down low in the sky
Squinting and illuminated
For one night in Istanbul
Bringing auld Big Ears back home
And we was fab again
We sang and danced as kids
Them Lions at St George’s plaza
Draped again with the red scarves
We live for love, and love football
And we love one of our own…
And we copy heroes out on the streets
Lined with the dust of broken dreams
We write HERO so easily
And wipe the word away casually
But there are times when the word
Fastens itself to the studs of its boots
As the goals bang in sweating and snarling and driven
Ask Olympiakos, like St Etienne,
They remember
So farewell Steven Gerrard
The silky Liverpool way
Will always be a brighter galaxy
And home is where the heart is.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-leaving-of-liverpool/