Wilting roses fall from stem
carried by wind along the grass and dew,
Tears no longer salt the earth
But my world has not forgotten you.
You are not there
It\'s not for you this fresh bouquet,
I come here to remember
And see my respects are paid.
You gave so much
Your time, yourself,
It\'s only right I go on
with your lessons, I\'m compelled.
I will play my part
Time will make history of us both,
But you will live on in those we leave behind
And I will meet you on the new coast.
You will live on in those we leave behind,
And I will meet you on the new coast.