I stare at the night sky, hoping I can catch a shooting star
Wishing it would grant my wish to hold your scars
The pain of yours I regret not touching whilst I still can
If I could only bring back the time,
I’d hold your hands much longer than the ink of a pen.

Forgive me for not telling you this for you to hear
These scribbled words are the evidence
That I care for you, had you seen it clear?
The eccentric beating of my heart,
May it reach you and God’s providence.

Your presence may not be in sight,
But the love you left us will continue to fight
We will surely win the battle of life.