You are a man of many words. I sense your wisdom. It is deeply rooted in the spirit I sense. You have played my emotions well, Dearheart, and you will never really ever be easily forgotton if'n you decide to fly.

You are a man of many promises. I sense your will. It is visible in the way you end your days. You played your banjo well, My Hero, and you will never really ever be easily forgotton if'n you decide to tell me good-bye.

You are a man of emotion. I sense your ability to heal. It echos in the valley where the wildest flowers grow. You kept your anger to yourself. For that I admire you the most. You will never really ever be easily made aware if'n I decide to cry.

For One in Particular. You know who you are. ~Willahh