By FLOYD
Date: 21 January 1998

CRICKET & FLOYD

IF ANOTHERS IMBRACE BRINGS YOU GUILT,
OR HE CAN'T FILL THE DREAMS I FILT,
REMEBER THE PAIN FROM HANDS SO TRUE.
THE VIOLENT NIGHTS, THEY BROUGHT YOU THROUGH.
THE SWEAT, THE PASSION:
THE WHOLENESS THEY BRING.
THE POET, THE WHORE:
THE BURN AND THE STING.
WHEN ALL THAT WE WERE SEEMS BEGOTTEN:
REMEMBER...THERE IS NOTHING TO BE FORGOTTEN.