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A Voice In The Breeze
Everyday i hear the same voice as it calls out to me
It always asks if i will sit with a friend under an old oak tree
I hear the voice as i sit and ponder over the meaning of life and ask what is it truly about
The answer i find is that we are born and we live on until the day we pass on, in these two things there is no doubt
When we leave this earth, the ones who suffer the most are the ones we leave behind
The heartache and memories that we leave loved ones with are never easily confined
I hear the breeze speak of a brighter future where all the pain will one day heal
It speaks of a time when all my tears and heartache will one day be easier to conceal
I hear the words of guidance and hope as the breeze speaks today
The breeze in all his wisdom has given me comfort and taken my grief away
The voice of my friend called out to me when on this day the breeze had blown
Under this old oak tree, i heard the letters of his name speak as the breeze passed over his headstone