Recorded on:
8-15-95

                      A Friend to All

By Clay Busker

     My friend.  My friend.  Why did we ever have to meet?  What, in
God's plan, was it, that we had to meet.  And why do we now have to
part our ways?  Parting hurts so much, unlike the happy hello's.

     I don't remember when I met you.  I don't think I really care.
I'm just glad that I got to meet you, to know you, and become part
of you.  No one ever remains the same, as I haven't, as you have
helped me change, to become one that people begin to see something
in.  What will I be doing, where will I be going?  Why?

     My friend, my friend, why do you have to leave?  Why can it
not be the two of us among others.  Perhaps I already know the
answer.  Of course I already know the answer.  Now begins the next
step.  The step that we all have to take, and will take, so that
we can reach our destinies.  When will I go away, away from my
friends, saddened as I at yours, as they are at mine.  For the best?
But of course.  Does it feel that way?  No.  All I feel is an
emptiness, a void left by your love.  But I also feel a fire, that
is preparing to have that void filled again.

     Will we meet again?  Yes.  Here?  Probably.  Soon?  Not too.
Will everything still be the same?  Can it be?  No.  But why?  Will
we forget you, as we move on into the next stage?  Yes.  Nothing
left, but fond memories.  Will you still be with us, even though we
don't think of you?  Of course.  As surely as you have helped us
change, we will as surely change others, and leave your impression
on others, that you will likely never meet.

     We have changed.  All of us.  We can't go back.  We won't go
back.  We don't want to go back.  This is just the beginning, not
the end.  But what will the void hold for us?  The one question you
cannot answer for me.  Only time will tell.  Keep teaching, my
friend.  You are, and always will be...

     My friend.  My friend.