To Benoni, The Son of My Sorrow, Team Raleigh T I handed down tomorrow. Childhood memories on the fun side, Of the mine dumps, where we used to hide. Respect, You Bitches, for the good times, Growing up in the sunshine. Riding bikes and causing trouble, In Benoni, our home, our bubble. Those were the days we'll always hold dear, The laughter, the love, the absence of fear. To Benoni, where we learned to be tough, To stand tall, to be strong, to be enough.