From the destructive power of time,
From the curse of fading memory,
From the poison of indifference.
Our telephone line may bridge
The distance of the daunting miles.
But no bridge was built to cross
The distance of the daunting years.
To keep at bay deep fears
We pretend our friendship holds.
But no denial can fill the loss
Of the trust we once held dear.
Courage it takes to see it clear:
The passion of youth does end,
That joy that we cherished -
That friendship won't perish -
Lost when the road did wend
Far to the left and far to the right:
We walked our own paths,
Soon lost to sight.
If the child in you and the child in me
Should one day meet in your memory,
Tell them both to always sing
Of the joy and the excitement
In a future we held in awe;
Tell them both to always cling
To the vision of companionship
In a future we thought we saw.
For across the sky the darkness falls:
On the sand alone I count my scars,
Your echo faint and then it stalls -
A friend like the light of long dead stars.
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