Journey to the heaven’s gate begins
And I try to lift my hand 
To wave a final goodbye 
But it feel twice the size;
Failing to rise, claiming 
Not to be mine.

There’s almost little to 
No strength at the 
Bottom of my spine,
But I still stand anyway 
To watch him make his way,
While I, being his only connection,
Stand at the edge of the land 
Trying hard to say many things 
But failing to utter any.

He begins to merge with 
A white beam of heavenly light
While I put up a great fight 
To bid adieu at the 
Final call depot.