| Names on a Wall |
| As I walk down the pathway and see the names in stone. I see the faces of my friends in that cold black stone. As I touch the names I could feel their presience and then begin to cry. Remembering the good times we had and also the sad. To you my buddies I will always remember and not forget you. But to others you are just a name on the wall. |
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