Family and friends, please open your ears and heart to what I have to say. Sunlight stream through the window, on the spot on the floor... Then I remember, It's where he used to lie, but now he is here no more. Our feet walked down a hall of carpet, and muted echoes sound... Then I remember, It's where his hands would clap with joy and no frown. A voice I heard along the road, and up beyound the hill, then I remember is can't be his... His golden voice is still. But I'll take the spot on the floor and empty muted hall and lay them with the absent voice. I'll wrap these treasured memorials in my blanket of my love and keep them for my best fri