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 truth I've always known, show the way, The way to you I have so much I need to say What would you say?