It is like this outside my door,
Trust me this is what it's all about,
Will not be away for long you will see,
My selfish ways will not get the better of me,
Did not closed the doors behind me,
I wanted to escape the tragedy,
This place does not belong to me,
But that of my good friend Willy B,
Accompanied him were two others,
To recall there names I did not bother,
Willy and others squeezed passed me,
Down the isle then to the tree,
No one took notice of me,
Not even my best friend Willy B,
So I made myself visible for all to see,
Except for the friend called double D.
By: Veleta Hayles
