Lorenzo Elano skates at the Wilmette Centennial Flight 5342 Memorial

There's a grief that can't be spoken, there's a pain that goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables, now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution, here it was they lit the flame. Here they sang about tomorrow and tomorrow night. And they rose with voices ringing. I can hear now the very way they sound. Slowly barricade the door. Friends, my friends, forgive me. That I live and you are gone. There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain that goes on and on. Phantom faces at the windows. Phantom shadows on the floors. Empty chairs at empty tables. Where my friends will meet no more. Oh, my friend, my friend. Your sacrifice was full. Empty chairs at empty tables. My friend, sing.