Since the year of our first greeting The time has slowly whispered by. Now once again old friends are meeting No need to lament or question why. God saw a void where once you dwelt Knowing a circle had been long broken. He restored the kinship that once I felt A friendship much more than just token. In a God swept area of a fragile heart Is a compartment reserved and true. God readied this special place at the start When he gave me a burden for you. Others cannot visit this location or rend For I alone, am privileged to free tours. It allows me to call you my best friend Without your having to call me yours.