Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.
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Michael
This is so very touching
Is the poem your composition?
moving video, song, poem. I’m sick at heart. Mourning. Grieving.
No, the poem isn’t mind. I found it on line and would like to know.