I escaped with my friend to the fields one day,
where we played football until dark ,
but lost our ball in the stream that flowed through the bottom of Ballysillan Park .
So we started looking here and there for that brown skinned bladder ball that we had ,
then came face to face with the Glenboy gang who had found our ball first and I add ,
they stuck a knife into our pigskin ball then turned their gaze at the two of us ,
so we run like hell to the Silverstream and jumped upon a strange looking bus .
We ended up getting off in the back streets that we had never seen before
and walked like lambs to the slaughterhouse where strangers stood outside every door .
We had lost track of time and direction but we stuck together as friends do .
Just before dawn we made it back home with the memory of what we'd been through .
Friends for life we said we would be and so we engraved our names there upon a stone ,
gone but not forgotten are friends and in our danger we were never alone .
So sometimes in quiet reflection I often remember back to a place ,
where we played football until darkness fell around and innocent time and space ..
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-10-13 12:19:17
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