In loving memory of DEREK WILLIAM BENTLEY 30.6.1933-28.1.1953 To make our lives like Bonnie and Clyde and to feel better that all went wrong that night, and ended with a letter. The shots rang out We hardly heard a sound The coppers hit, we panicked He slowly hit the ground. We are on our own like Cagney and Capone he never said "let him have it" we wanted to go home. Now Derek was hung No justice done with 10 years inside We never saw the wrong that night, just a coppers pride. We wanted to take it back We wanted to be better so many people hurt, that ended with this letter. Now he's been pardoned but the death won't bring him back, Craig has his memories and the weight upon his back.