This Is Anfield

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 And those bruises that blossomed like roses
And those wishes that died on the vine
All here in the shadows that cling to
The promise of water and wine

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And day is for fishers of wisdom
Whose yoke is the burden of proof
But night is for fishers of freedom
Whose light takes its source from the truth

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And lightning has no sweeter kisses
And thunder has no purer rage
And the world with its rocks and its fashions
Could not build a more dishonest stage,

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Rolled up in the waves without mercy
Thrown out to the sea without thought
Held fast and then flung to the ocean
But willingly, willingly caught

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Oh Anfield the field of such dreamers
Your children made heroes of men
Breathed life into each of our wishes
But champions, champions when?

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/this-is-anfield-3/