The fixture was drawn
A day that would haunt
the history of sport.
April 15, 1989.
The queues of lines
Create question marks,
Stamping into the nations hearts.
The time had come
chanting their rhymes
they snuck through the turnstiles.
Took those steps
with a queue they were met.
3 minutes to 3, nobody could see
The pitch for the multitudes of heads.
2 minutes to 3 and the gates had collapsed
Leaving many to breathe their last.
Plunged into chaos, gasping for the surface
Their Love of the game leading to murderl
3.09 and by this time
Dawned the panic of the crowd behind
Tearing down signs to act as stretchers,
spilling out onto the grass.
Those that entered the tunnel of death
Were united by love for their team,
Heroes past and present take the lead.
Don't be bitter, don't condone
Just remember those fans will never walk alone.
A day that would haunt
the history of sport.
April 15, 1989.
The queues of lines
Create question marks,
Stamping into the nations hearts.
The time had come
chanting their rhymes
they snuck through the turnstiles.
Took those steps
with a queue they were met.
3 minutes to 3, nobody could see
The pitch for the multitudes of heads.
2 minutes to 3 and the gates had collapsed
Leaving many to breathe their last.
Plunged into chaos, gasping for the surface
Their Love of the game leading to murderl
3.09 and by this time
Dawned the panic of the crowd behind
Tearing down signs to act as stretchers,
spilling out onto the grass.
Those that entered the tunnel of death
Were united by love for their team,
Heroes past and present take the lead.
Don't be bitter, don't condone
Just remember those fans will never walk alone.
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