When a friend is lost, parts of your soul wanders
Stumbling through an icy cavern of darkness
Lost and twisting, pounding through reasons
Of stone, tumbling through endless hardness.
Finally breaking out into glowing beams of sunshine
And the friend brings laughter of all that was good
Times that we knew and can’t forget glow again
For friends are always smiling as they always could.
In memory of my oldest friend who passed away.
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