This is not a goodbye for I will meet you at the other side....

I stood there breathless

The phone was in my brother hand

The sound of crying filled my emptiness

I didn't think I can

I thought I was strong

I thought no one can brake down my wall

but the news took my spirit

I wasn't so tall anymore

I remember what I told my mother

She asked what I want on the will paper

I told her nothing

she asked why

because you will not die anytime soon

but something felt wrong as if I was wrong

I stood there at the entrance of the airport

They was about to leave

I wave at them

But for some reason it feel like it was the last time I will see them

The phone ring and my brother answer

he dropped the phone and tears feel his eye

I knew what the feeling i have been feeling for weeks

they was gone....

they was gone....

I thought I was strong but I wasn't

I sat on the hill

The sun was going down 

I could feel them right beside me

I could see them smiling at me

All I could say was this

"Meet you on the other side...

Mom and Dad...

But for now...

I must live for your name..

this is not the last goodbye"