:goodbye:
You can’t take me to New York like we always dreamed.
You can’t take me to Carnagie hall.
You won’t be able to walk me down the aisle.
You won’t see me wear a veil.
You won’t see me paint anymore pictures.
You won’t hold your grandsons in your arms.
You won’t get to hear me play on my own stage.
You won’t ever hear my songs.
You won’t be able to help me choose a school.
You won’t help me build my house.
You can’t teach me to drive in your old car.
You can’t help me find a job.
You won’t see me have a family.
You won’t see me in a graduation gown.
You won’t get to scare my dates away.
You won’t get to send me off to the Prom.
You won’t ever hear me laugh again.
You won’t see me win an award.
You won’t ever get to be proud again.
You won’t get to hold me in your arms.
You won’t ever get to advise me again.
You can’t help me with my worries.
You won’t get to see the birth of my child.
You won’t get to pay for my school.
You won’t have the joy of kissing me.
You won’t get to correct my mistakes.
You can’t protect me from old boyfriends.
You can’t explain the mysteries of life.
You can’t take my hand and comfort me.
You can’t encourage me to succeed.
You won’t be there for my important days.
You won’t get to see me through life.

I won’t read a prayer at your funeral.
Or take you out to lunch when I’m off work.
I won’t see you find a new job.
I won’t help you when you need someone strong.
I won’t get to look up to your courage.
I won’t be there when you get old.
I won’t see your midlife crisis.
I won’t be there when you’re alone.
I won’t see you being “young” again.
I can’t help you move into a nursing home.
I can’t spend Christmas with you again.
I can’t go camping with you anymore.
I can’t sit in your arms and cry.
I won’t ever hear you give me advice.
I won’t get to eat your homemade dinners.
I won’t see you get your bachelor’s degree.
I won’t be there when you leave this world.
I won’t be there when you need me.
I won’t ever accuse you of ruining my life.
I won’t ever see your smile.
I won’t laugh at your bad jokes.
I won’t even get to love you any longer.

I will loose life.
You will loose love.
I will be gone.
You will live on.
Goodbye.
To you.