|Now your gone, I feel the pain|
It runs like a river it's always the same
Feel the blood drain
I can't forget about the pain.
You are my brother, what would've you become?
You were so talented, mind and body all as one
The innocence lost, time goes too fast
A complicated life ends on the footpath.
Thank you River
|Jack Quirk - Perth,
October 8, 2003