Some of us, who once,
Were as I upon this trail,
No longer feel the sun,
upon their backs and on a face.
But where they are now,
they surely feel,
the warmth of this love.
Others still walking,
yet ahead on the road,
We miss for a while.
Though our hearts give a smile,
Because they still persist,
To the end of the way.
In our hearts you are still,
And always will be,
Perfect of love, a joy to behold.
Like the sunlight of gold,
when we think once again,
of the peace that we shared.
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