Those or these were my days my friends. That we thought would never end. .

        I shall always love the memory of you. 

Despite the memory fading and me being so ersdible to have kept you close. Don't recall Church that odd large building with so many strange doctrines being so colourful. 

Recall the icons being different to my traditions.The funny odd rather deceitful way things changed. There was that diocese funding being moved to Holy shepherd. It was strangely peaceful oddly painful. Tears never far away from Young James death, the Hillsborough incident. Death was a present issue. The eternal candle to remember victim's , schools work street based stuff. The struggle,to survive economically. So much variety strong sense of community.

Then there was you. Loving, kind, happy but always troubled. We became one but that ended.The song recalls better times but my memory doesn't it recognises all the pain. The failed promise expectations of hope but that failed. Former Anfield youth worker moved on and also stayed. Trapped. Would a call to bring the cat and drive real fast still bring echo one wishes to hear.

Never been tested in that way so who knows. But then again l doubt it.suppose this is just one of those nights. Well l think so....