Emptiness, Wrightsville Beach, NC
Phantom faces in the sea mist,
Phantom shadows on the sand,
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Where my friends no longer stand.
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken,
There’s a pain goes on and on,
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Their songs and laughter are now gone.
O my friends, my friends I thank you,
For the good times we shared together,
Empty chairs at empty tables,
We'll meet again in a beautiful forever.
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