Our Terry was a wonderful Lad,
today the family are so sad
He passed today and we don't know why
the angels have taken him up to the sky
He was a cracking son, who loved his mum
a brother, a friend, to everyone.
but most of all he was a cracking Dad
and now his daughters are so so SAD.
He was loving and gentle and a practical joker
ohhh yes he was a smoker
his wit and humour put everyone at ease
always willing to help and please.
Sport and gaming were his passion
occasionally keeping up with fashion
in footy training you could hear his voice
But Man United was his team of choice
I'm sorry Terry i have to say goodbye
but save me a place in that sky
watch over us that you've left behind
its a sad sad loss you were so kind
All the best Marra in your new home
and i know that you are not alone
Your memory will always remain in our hearts
in reality we are not apart
God bless you Tez or is it Wigwam
tell you what mate you were a real good man
now don't you be laughing at us up there
i know that you really do care.
Al completar trece, decidi lo mejor seria no crecer. No sere el primero en morir
como martir pues la pobreza tal vez me convenza que el aire ya no es gratis.
Mi casa no esta hecha de una caja fuerte ni tampoco se encuentra debajo de un
puente.
De pelo *****, tez café, feo, estatura baja, no enano, sin almohada.
¿Mi valia? 30 piezas de plata.
¿A quien sere vendido despues?
A veces frustrado en confusion sin salida con remedio al silencio.
Me pelizco el pellejo porque no quiero estar aqui en carne y hueso.
De payaso, con risa por fuera y susurros de lamento por dentro.
La recuerdo solo en imagen. Atento al sonido de su nombre. Al olor de su
perfume.
La busco y no la encuentro.
Esperando oir una buena excusa, mi fotografia se encuentra detras del carton
de leche.
¿Que te parece? ¿A quien sere vendido despues?