Sometimes, you'll think of me and say "I miss you, 
The stories you'd tell me"
You'll wish we had more time, you got to say goodbye
YOu gotta live gotta live like I showed you
I'm proud of who you are
And it's not too late
It's not too late

Sometimes I wonder if you're looking down
Have I strayed too far because I'm longing 
To find the [bad word] I've always known, show the way, 
The way to you
I have so much I need to say 
What would you say?