He\'s gone, he\'s dead.
I just want the guilt to go away,
I wish I spent more time with him,
I wish I could say my goodbye,
and tell him how much I miss him.
But I can\'t.
I still feel his presence,
The warmth that he provided to my heart,
the way he laughed,
the way he helped,
the way... he loved everyone.
Yet I pushed him away,
I thought it could wait,
but it was too late...
Now he\'s gone, and I still see his face.
I didn\'t know what I had until I lost it.
He kept holding on, and on, and on...
But he blew, his last candle.