And it seems the day has come,
Weeks have past, and the nights not as young,
Your heart and soul, still alive,
Your mind and body prepared to die.
I look into your chocolate eyes,
Mine sweeling, while yours stay dry,
I pray to God that this is not goodbye,
And I will see you see you again in that light blue sky.
I was nostalgic for our bitter past,
Looking back thinking it would last,
But now you're sitting in a hospital bed,
Your grave already settled among the dead.
I apologize for the pain I may have caused,
Yelling, trouble, and my jealous flaws,
But thank you for standing by,
Oh the pain, my words cut short as I begin to cry.
"It's okay dear,
it's okay, we'll see eachother,
in a better place."
A sign of happiness glows across your face.
I smile, not because these words calm me like the summer breeze,
Not because I am now suddenly happy,
But saying I'll see this man again,
A man who I call my father, my teacher, my friend,
Makes things better in the end.
And though I never said it, I love you as much as one can.