Resonance Bf

RESONANCE Is it natural for men to cry Knowing what it may mean Things that they have seen Whether ugliness or beauty Perhaps in the line of duty Friends there on the ground It is never too late to die Or hearing a special sound Like that old familiar tune Memories fade all too soon Maybe a single wild flower A chance to spend an hour Yet few will ever know why No need to hold back tears Resonance will have its time Sensing when emotions climb Places that one may recognise That photo of summer skies Familiar faces from long ago Realising just how many years And letting inner feelings flow Memory is a powerful thing And the shock it may bring It is that lump in the throat Recall events of special note A release for all those fears