| Flat Horizon Floating amidst these desolate plains One begins to wonder, And wondering amidst these desolate plains One begins to contemplate. How important can one person be In such a great sea? And one thinks �Why in the midst of such happiness Do I think on such things?� For amidst these plains we made friends Whom we shall never see, But always remember, and always think upon. And in the morning, as the sun rises And parts from the horizon, So must we part from these friends. Friends whom we shall never see, But always think of In the memories created, In the hearts that we have touched, Amidst these desolate plains. |