Minutes of silence we share every year,
Day to day memories that bring out a tear.
Ninety-six roses laid out on the ground,
We stand back in silence, not even a sound.
The fifteenth of April in eighty nine,
Remember the place, remember the time.
Those ninety-six names and everlasting flame,
In memory of those lives, lost at '"THAT" game.
A city in mourning, red and blue come to flock,
Respect paid at Anfield, they queued round the block.
The flowers, the wreaths, the poems on cards,
Red white and blue, the kop covered in scarf's.
We don't ask for much, we just want what is right,
But if justice's not done, we'll come together to fight.
Not with our fists, bats, weapons or knives,
Just united in love for those who lost lives.
Cos Scousers are people unlike any other,
We will treat an outsider as though he's a brother.
Come into our house, "d'you fancy a brew?",
Your welcome again with more people too.
Just listen to us in what we have to say,
About what happened, on that fateful spring day.
Don't just palm us off, and ignore the truth,
For there is so much to know, and so much to do.
Everyday is a chance to pass on a word,
Some wisdom, and knowledge of what you have heard.
The word that I'm using, is what's wanted by us all,
It's the word that we mutter, the word that we call.
So listen now, take it in, and remember,
Pass it on to your friends, and each family member.
It's for the ninety-six friends that we all will miss,
The word we all want to hear, is the word JUSTICE.
JUSTICE for the brothers, sisters, husbands and wives,
JUSTICE for those who lost their lives.
JUSTICE for the families who's tears we share,
JUSTICE for the parents, you should know we all care.
JUSTICE is what we all fight to achieve,
JUSTICE to allow the families to finally bereave.
For the pain and the heartache they have had to endure,
JUSTICE will allow them to be angry no more.
