Two Thurman

The building you are
the room you've been
the place you wanted to be
do you want to be reminded
of the places you've seen
the lies, the hidden words
you couldn't hear

John, we gathered
to laugh, to grin,
sometimes to yell
we liked to be here
we liked to be by the well
we loved the leaves
falling down when
the Autumn came

And all disapears
when you say-
'I couldn't hear the hidden words'
And all is forgotten
well, and you don't mind of the unforgetable
and we all say:
'John, we won't forget you.'