“Someday, someday Leeds United”…

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We can’t let her go…
Our passion, our pride…

That forces us to shout…
Whilst stood by her side…

The commitment, the desire…
The deep burning fire…

That makes us follow everywhere…
Without thought, without care…

Leaving us lost for words…
Sometimes flying high, with the birds…
And on top of the world…

Some days not so strong…

And only echoes of the song, still remain…
Ghosts of past glory, matched with ongoing pain…

From our early days…
In a White rose tinted haze…

The good, the bad and the fearless…
To real glimpses of success…

Standing tall amongst giants…
Holding her own, a champion defiant…

Then the mighty fall…
We stood by it all…

The crash and corruption…
Every possible disruption…

The lies and deceit…
Goldfish with no receipt…

The fire sale selling…
False words they were telling…

On her behalf…
Behind headlines and photographs…

She became a clown…
That dragged us down…

No smiles around…
No joy to be found…

And to the brink…
Where our hearts did sink…

And became eroded…
As the relationship corroded…

For every one smile…
She gave once in a while…

There were so many periods of misery…
And constant instability…

As others took her over…
Looking for exposure…

A new start, a new era…
Where we could again believe in her…

But it always fell short…
Each mission ended in abort…

Years of disillusionment and apathy…
Mixed with mental hurt and agony…

Leaving her beaten and damned…
In the midst of no man’s land…

Whilst still famously hated…
Vilified and berated…

And sometimes today…
Amidst all that they say…
We view her in a different way…
Causing hearts to decay…

Like something has died…
Deep down inside…
Our once dear White bride…

But we continue Marching On…
It’s part of the deal, the words of a song…
She’s still so right, still so wrong…
And where our hearts belong…

We’ll Keep Fighting

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“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his brain…

It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her again…

At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…

He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…

The pressures and strains…
That surround his tired eyes…

His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…

And pine for her excitement…
The adventure she brings…

Because wandering around her…
Makes his heart sing…

Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…

And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…

Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…

Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…

Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…

To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…

As when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…

She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…

Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…

And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…

Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…

But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…

Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…

But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

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“I thought I heard the captain’s voice”…

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The captain’s voice echoed…

Across the stormy sea…

Skimming the cruel waves…

A last desperate plea…

He’d battled sea monsters…

Sea devils and demons…

Fought Neptune’s storms…

And lost all his crew men…

But now he stood there…

Exhausted and alone…

After one final challenge…

Before setting for home…

As she’d got in his head…

And infected his brain…

With an invisible madness…

That drove him insane…

Hearing her quiet whispers…

In the blackness of the night…

Seeing strange dark shadows…

In the cold pale moonlight…

And convinced he saw her…

In the corners of his eyes…

This Queen of the Mermaids…

Who’d hypnotised his mind…

She’d become his obsession…

He had needed to see more…

He was desparate to hold her…

Before heading back for shore…

So he’d set out to find her…

In the midst of a great storm…

But with no stars to guide him…

He ended up lost and forlorn…

In the midst of the oceans anger…

And waves climbing so high…

He now clings to the mast…

With tears in his eyes…

Standing there calling…

Her name out to sea…

Where nobody can help him…

Or hear his last plea…

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“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his mind and brain…
It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her, again and again…
At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…
He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…
The pressures and the strains…
That surround his eyes…
His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…
And pine for her excitement…
The adventure that she brings…
Because just wandering around her…
Makes his heart and soul sing…
Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…
And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…
Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…
Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…
Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…
To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…
And when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…
She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…
Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…
And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…
Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…
But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…
Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…
But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

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“And who needs love at all”…

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I can’t let her go…
My passion, my pride…
That forces me to shout…
Whilst stood by her side…

The commitment, the desire…
The deep burning fire…

That made me follow everywhere…
Without thought, without care…

Leaving me lost for words…
Sometimes flying high, with the birds…
And on top of the world…

Some days not so strong…
And only echoes of the song,
still remain…
Ghosts of past glory,
matched with ongoing pain…

From my early days…
In a White rose tinted haze…

The good, the bad and
those who couldn’t care less…
To real glimpses of success…

Standing tall amongst giants…
Holding her own, a champion defiant…

Then the mighty fall…
I stood by it all…

The crash and corruption…
Every possible disruption…

The lies and deceit…
Goldfish with no receipt…

The fire sale selling…
False words they were telling…

On her behalf…
Behind headlines and photographs…

She became a clown…
That dragged me down…

No smiles around…
No joy to be found…

And to the brink…
Where my heart did sink…

And became eroded…
As the relationship corroded…

For every one smile…
She gave once in a while…

There were so many,
periods of misery…
And constant instability…

As others took her over…
Looking for exposure…

A new start, a new era…
Where I could again believe in her…

But it always fell short…
Each mission ended in abort…

Giving years of disillusionment and apathy…
Mixed with mental hurt and agony…

Leaving her beaten and damned…
In the midst of no man’s land…

Whilst still famously hated…
Vilified and berated…

And sometimes today…
Amidst all the decay…
I view her in a different way…
Causing my heart to decay…

Like something has died…
Deep down inside…
My once dear White bride…

But I continue Marching On...
It’s part of the deal, the words of a song…
She’s still so right, still so wrong…
And still where my heart belongs…

I’ll Keep Fighting

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