Pacific breeze

Blowing gently on my face

Yet I feel so lost

I feel so alone

So out of place

You'll never be with me again

The thought

The misery of it all

I remember all the nights of

Popcorn and movies

And being scared

Under the living room sofa

I remember the games Of Truth-Or-Dare

And feelings of confidence

In each other

We could go anywhere

And

With each other

We would always be fine

Oh this warm Pacific breeze

Drying my tears

Blowing my hair

In halos around my face

And I think of you

Smiling, laughing

Before that horrible night

When you breathed your last breath

And cried your last tear

We knew you had the disease

But I never believed

For a moment

That cystic fibrosis would one day

Snatch away your weak grasp

On life

The misery of it

When you fought so hard

For one breath

Something that we take for granted

Something that we assume is only

A God-given right

A right to breathe and live

All those days you suffered

But in silence

All those times I saw you

Holding in a cry of despair

You fought so gallantly and bravely

All the way to the end

Pacific breeze

I inhale deeply

And cherish the salty sea smells

You loved so much

Pacific breeze

I turn for the long walk home

And I can almost hear you laughing

And riding the

Pacific Breeze