Six Years On

Given the chance again,
I’d do it all the same,
But either way,
I’m just outplayed,
Given the chance again,
You’d do it all the same,
But either way,
Your welcome is outstayed…

Or so you felt.

Only to roll back time,
Football nine till nine,
But your boots are hung up,
Dust gathers on mine,
Only to roll back time,
Celtic rain or shine,
But your jerseys are boxed up,
Your heart’s not mine…

My cards were dealt.

It used to take its toll,
Being guardian of the goal,
But not anymore,
Living with your soul,
It used to take its toll,
Being guardian of the goal,
But not anymore,
Living another role…

My knees are knelt.

Before your grave,
Bad memories I stave,
But regardless of the past,
They make me a slave,
Before your grave,
My hands you crave,
But regardless of the future,
I feel pride’s wave…

And so I wept.

Watch me rise and rise,
See the fight in my eyes,
Doubts subside this time,
As I bring tears from the skies,
Watch me rise and rise,
Hear the pride in your cries,
Doubts subside this time,
As I bring tears to your eyes…

And so we parted.
Six years on.