waves of deep in the deepest no one sees
in our roads the pit danger ahead
end of page  short life on the text
finished fighting whistle of finish
hour-hand turns alone mimute hand stopped

storme came with storm
gangstars  were in form
stood amidst budwisers
glass and glass cheered
peg after peg cleared
***** friends neared
forget the past fears
evry mimute was so dear
leaving each brought the tear
dont forget ....
meeting again we sweard