I used to fly
with my wings outstretched.
I'd soar so high,
my bliss almost far fetched.
The sky was my canvas,
the color so blue.
My wings were my brush,
my inspiration was you.
But then one day,
you gave up the fight
to something called Cancer,
and I lost my flight.
Sometimes I wonder
what we might have been,
had you kept your life
but you vanished into air, so thin.
Do I regret us?
No, not I.
I just need
To learn how to fly.
ok, I'm not exactly sure I like this edited version, but, hey it's for you guys, so whatever you think is best just let me know
