• The grip of your hand is slipping...
    The view of is going gray...
    I see the clouds line in array...
    That smile you showed me before
    I won't be able to see it anymore...
    "Where you are now..."
    I give one last solem bow
    I know in my heart your happy...
    No longer chained down here where you could barley breathe...
    I wish I could be with you, so happy and glee...
    Your free from it all...free as can be
    I believe
    In heaven's clouds you stand
    Watching over me
    I look to the sky...
    And smile up at you
    One day I'll see
    The view you see...