Lost Friends
Death seems all around.... Lost Friends
I’m almost at the top,
Looking at the lights,
Thinking of times past.
The stars are out,
And I remember you all.
The cliffs of Switzerland and Norway.
Steel towers in Oregon, Florida.
Colorado bridges,
And Asian buildings
Have charged a high price.
In the fog below
Tears formed on the tower,
And dripped down on me.
But – we are all dust,
And we fall where the wind blows us.
