"IT ISN'T YOU"

(A Hillsborough tribute)

When I snap at you or shout or when I'm short of temper,
grumpy or vaccant -
it isn't you!

It's the football;
the game;
the celebration:
the screams and the crush;
...the crowd: they died!

We sat;
In our house;
in a daze;
for a week -
Trapped by the 'press' in our driveway -
So; it really isn't you.

Twenty birthdays, Easter's and Christmases stolen!
Left with just the screaming nightmares and cold emptyness.
And the "Why's" and the "What-if's" that you suffer to, so -

When I snap at you or shout or when I'm short of temper,
grumpy or vaccant -

it isn't you - 'cos; you are all I have.