walking soberly along the garden path in the noonday sun
I hear the breeze dancing through the spring leaves
if you listen hard enough, it will whisper the names
of loved ones who have passed on before us
our minds are too cluttered with life to hear
with the senses bombarded daily by meaningless banter
we've lost the peace that reaches into our soul
and enables us to listen with our hearts
it's a shame that new names are added daily
they fill the air with grief and sorrow
sadly, the older ones continue to fade away
most people have moved on and forget to listen
me, I've heard the call of the roll too many times
there's only my brother, and I left to carry on
but our grandchildren and great-grandchildren
guarantee the family name for generations
but how I miss those friends
we lost early in their lives
to things beyond the control of man
good people who gave everything they had
dedicated to making a good life for their families
while giving something back to a hand in need
imparting strong inner courage to their children
and a desire to be better than their parents
worry not for me
the Lord has forgiven my sins
and I have loved countless people
one day, the wind will whisper my name
I wonder how many people will know, to listen
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