He taught me so much
Like how to tie my shoes
And drink from the garden hose
He wanted me to learn to do it for myself
Because one day he would not be around
From him I get my sense of style
And that everything has a consequence
But most of all he taught me how to love
He taught me how to love without self
Well that day has come
Time to do it on my own
Put the lessons to task
I hope he was proud
He always had my back
No matter how big
Through the disappointments of having me as a son
The way I believe when you take your bow
You become one with it all so that energy spreads out
Becoming one with everything
That ever was or will be
So I'll no longer grieve
I'll use the quiet times
So no longer will I grieve
I'll use the quiet times to reflect
On the lessons and the love
Life seems to have a way of showing us what matters
Sometimes it seems too late because you cannot hug a ghost
Life seems to have a way of showing us what matters most
Sometimes it seems a bit too late
You cannot hug a ghost
Tell them what's inside now
Tell them of the love and the memories