love for friends

Something are wrong
The rhythm played, is the good bye song
Good bye to the old notes
Even in football trophies said goodbye to the goats
So we said goodbye to sports
It hitted our heads how we been played
If not secretly robbed
So currently we have no one fighting for us help us God
And Brian had nothing to loose running for his flag
He showed shoulders to the budget and was ready to hug the bullet
He wasn't ready to continue living like a ratchet
And maybe he didn't prove anything
But to us cowards it meant something
It meant that tommorow we have hope of change
Tommorow they will be more Brian's and they will do alot of things which are strange

*Squishy poet*