I hope I make you proud, Dad; even though you're no longer here, Your memory grows stronger with every passing year. At the end it was a battle, one you weren't to win. A fight against a demon, no choice but to give in. I wish I could've said goodbye, that morning when you left, Told you you were my hero and that you were the best. Tears I cry in secret at night before I sleep, Wishing you were beside me, you'd be forever here to keep. The years don't make it easier; they said the pain would go. It seems I've just got better not letting my feelings show. Wishing I could hold your hand to shout your name aloud. You're no longer here, Dad, but I hope I make you proud.