Wednesday, September 19, 2012

My Masters Words.

My Masters Words.

Hey John,

I imagined your voice,

Echoing here, so very clear.

Strawberry fields forever sung,

An artists fingers scribbled on,

The heart inside of me.

A light to our world,

You came, you tried, you've died,

But you live ever on....

You have not gone,

Oh no, my friend, here you send,

Clear messages to be heard.

I shall herald you,

The friend I never knew,

Until our world, be as one....