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I heard my name

Called loud and strong

 A voice filled with joy

Happy to see me

A man who called me friend

From the things we’ve done

Walking now I think back

How very many years have pasted

From that bright warm day

Memories now are all I have

He has long since pasted away

Another man I once knew

And many things we did

Before the world we raised our voice

And sang many a day

We traveled far and near

To many a different stage

Oh the joy that we had

I think of him too

A star once sang upon the stage

And all the world knew he

And I in the choir sang

And yet he liked me too

He also called me friend

And I wondered why

Why those men and many more

Chose to call me friend

But now their voices have been stilled

No more they call my name

In silences memory that all lay

Voices just in memories now

All else has faded away