It’s a question we asknWhy does it end?nA yearnA lifenA number of thingsnCause seasons change and months go bynAnd all we’ll do is think of younnRemember how you’d laugh and sing alongnThings aren’t the same without you singing my songnBut I’ll lift my head up into the skynWave to you as I close my eyesnAnd pray to God to keep you strongnCause heaven’s gate is where you are