Our bro, our mate, our Wayne. 29/05/1974 to 6/10/2007

My mate has been stolen and taken away,

So what do I do now,what can I say,

I feel my heart is breaking as I ask the question why?

It really is too soon for us to say goodbye,

I ache for his friends and family, who surely feel the same,

But then I start to smile at the mention of his name,

Those memories come flooding back and I start to grin,

Thinking of all those happy times I had with him,

The parties, scooter rallies, that Sunday rideout too,

Star wars, singing to Weller, to name but a few,

Its all those precious moments that help me dull the pain,

Of losing a friend in a million, my mate WAYNE,

So ride those clouds Wayno and play that guitar,

Because heaven tonight has gained its brightest shining star.