En känsla finns kvar
känslan av att något fattas
något som aldrig kommer kunna bli helt

Ett mörker i mig
ligger och gnager
Låter mig aldrig vila

En ständig påminnelse
om att allt inte är 
som det en gång varit

Någon fattas
rycktes bort för tidigt
fick inte vara kvar längre

Tårarna hittar fram
i smyg när ingen ser

Sitting here thinking about you,
I here you call my name

As I turn to see who''''s calling me
I see no one, only hear your voice.

I glance across the room,
To see if anyone else hears it too.

But no one seems to notice the look on my face.

I miss you so much,
I keep telling you,
But you don''''t seem to hear me.

Still you''''re calling out my name, only louder,
As the tears rolled down my face,
I glance around the room,
And see you amongst my family, and friends
The look upon your face says you''''re peaceful now.

I realized it was time to let you go.
Although I will always love and miss you.

I turn my head to see if anyone notices you.
Then I turn back, and you''''re gone.

I hear you, so very gently say,
"I love you", "Good- Bye!"
"Bye", I said . . .