soft whispers and willows blowing on the breeze,A ever so gentle voice I hear,It echos the words of a friend,mysterious and yet like a ghost there one minute gone the next,...but still their essence lingers,it is the part of the caring soul that cannot be forgotten.comes when you need it,and can vanish as soon as it came,Where is my friend? Who seems to touch me so deeply And like a ghost sometimes???? THE MEMORIES OF THIS GHOST, I CALL A FRIEND,WILL ALWAYS LAST.
