I hold your pictures in my hand,
as if they were life itself.
Some torn, some bent, some broken glass,
where I swept them off the shelf.
But now that anger it has passed,
and tears they fill my eyes.
I know you never meant to go.
I too am dead, inside.
Why could we not have had more time,
together you and I?
Before your sickness came along,
and took you from my side.
You fought so hard to stay with me,
and smiled through the pain.
So beautiful and brave you were,
sunshine amongst the rain.
Always I will remember,
and treasure what we had.
The mem'ry of our time together,
makes me happy, makes me glad.
I wish that I could follow you,
but here for now must stay.
To tell our baby of her mom,
and why she went away.
And tears come now not just to me,
as Rachael starts to cry.
I will kiss and hold her close for you,
goodbye my love, goodbye.