i was there that night waiting for the dark cloud to come trying to ignore the doubt he was resting after begging for more relief in a coma of symphonies i d like to think he went to meet god to make sure we were taken care of this can t keep me from being the man you were to me never feeling anthing short of a miracle in this dark pit of the world passing on your legacy now i m stripped bare sick of my skin and i m done with my head this cancer eats at him as it sneeks through the halls of our home a father s pain is priced too high those months would never be enough his side of the bed is still indented from the love that s bearing a hole to the floor i can feel him amongst these rooms of grief and disbelief making his way to the hearts of his family some were born to be fathers you outshined it this can t keep me from being the man you were to me never feeling anthing short of a miracle in this dark pit of the world passing on your legacy rest your eyes you deserve it we re never going to end this fight but it s time and i don t know if i m ready how could i be there s nothing about this that is easy those seven pounds are still beating paralyze the hands on that clock before that last gasp is shot out of his lungs but how selfish can i be live in suffering or die in peace let that breath be filled with love hold it in hold it in