my dear friend by my dad

Whispers in the wind, the voice of an old friendthe cradle of a distant memoryin the warm and pleasant sun, those dreams begin to runback to the times of you and meOceans apart could not hide our heartsI can almost still feel you herebut like a flutter in the air, your love I will always shareand there are days I can still feel you nearand when the wall of sadness calls my namejust the thought of you lifts my spirits highfor I just know you are up there watchingthrough a soft and peaceful skySo I will endure these dusty roadsuntil I reach my earthly endI will be comforted by your remembranceUntil we meet againmy dear friend.Tom Atterberry2-19-02