I woke up and the deadly peace was still there.

Arms stretched around the city.

Silent tears filled the hallways.

The numbness in our souls found a time to be visible.

Visible and visible for all, except just one.

Knowing he who did "could've" or "should've".

Not knowing we who hurt "could've" or "should've".

Time is short.

But time is long and empty for others.

Time is an enemy.

But it's the time to soar. To fly baby boy.

Open your wings and be lifted with the angles.

In a place finally where you have found serenity.

But I'm sorry it couldn't be here. But fly baby boy and don't you never stop.

Feel the happiness in your wings you didn't feel in your heart.

Soar baby boy through the sonny melodies within.

We will be alright and remember you til the day we join you in that beautiful place.

Until then, thank you. For making the people I love happy.

May you soar. Soar and visit the sun, stars and show us it's beauty through your voice.

We will listen, baby boy. We will listen.