So many sunrises, so many sunsets ago, I remember,
A place not forgotten, seemed like magical moments.
A town lost in time but never in this man’s mind,
A friend with a name that’s been spoken from inside.
Where did you go when the sunset young man,
Forever have you disappeared from me, where are you.?
I remember when we walked the streets of Yorba,
We were free as two boys could be, Summers of yesterday.
Treasured are for me those wonderful days in the sun,
Skateboards and less troubled times for boys that could run.
A moment never drifts by that I don’t recall my friend known by me,
Marty was your name, pictures of you remain locked inside.
Something not finished, regrets and memories of less painful days,
I know of your loss fore I have lost too, take a walk back in time dear friend.
I live each day in a place that knows my name, home is far away,
A wish to stand before you and say thank you for a day in the sun with a friend.