The Winter Call

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It doesn’t matter how old that I get.
Or how many suns I see rise and set.
I’ll never forget how they took you away.
Respect for our lost friends I’ll always pay.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 No matter how many rivers that I see flow.
Or how many full moons that I see glow.
I will always ask myself that question why.
Why so many innocent victims had to die?

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 For as long stars keep the night sky bright.
I’ll remember you all in my prayers each night.
Hillsborough corruption, all the answers we need.
Our justice campaign continues until we succeed.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 No matter how many autumns’ I see leaves fall.
Or how many times that I hear the winter call.
We’ll never forget you or leave you behind.
And we’ll never rest until every answer we find.


Not in the recently published ’25 Years of Hillsborough Pain’ book this one. Check that book out if you can, ‘Hillsborough’ could have happened to any decent footie fan. The way the terraced fan in particular was mistreated and mistrusted for years meant ‘Hillsborough’ was a accident waiting to happen…thanks for reading.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-winter-call/