John
and I.
Calm
winds blowing in,
We
walk side by side.
He
sings a song,
I
hum along, many days,
And
we are really, one.
Born
worlds apart,
But
hand on heart,
We
knew each one belonged,
As
certain as the sun,
Shining
on everyone.
He
called a sound,
I
listened hard and long,
Saw
how to carry on,
Reach
out to you,
Just
as did John.
My
friend he would have been,
If
bullets hadn't come,
And
taken peace,
Beyond
the wind and rain,
To
heaven, his love and fame.
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