When I remember those days
Your words
Your voice
Your essence
Color the memories
There was no way
For me to know then
That you were
Weaving your wisdom
Into our souls
So that in the years that came
We persevered by following
Visions
Given by you
Through the darkness
And now
In the decades gone
Whenever I speak
Truth
To those that follow
My voice seems to Resound
In echo
With yours