We're all thinking about you
"Hoping you'll get better is only wishful thinking."
Dad says, but I know that he's dealing with it in his own way

I bid you farewell, hope for you the best
in all that you endeavor, in all that puts you to the test.
I need for you to understand why I'm leaving, why I've gone away from the rest.
Perhaps someday, I'll visit you in a dream
There I'll say what I can't today.

The water so cold
The current so strong
I'm sorry that I couldn't swim against it.

Life decays and molds.
I become acquainted with death,
Sorrow felt no more.

If day were like night
With all anguish out of sight
I may just fight life

Red is the color,
It runs deep within our souls
Anguish it beholds.

There, awake I lay.
No sleep, my mind runs astray.
Go to sleep! they say.