I was his hero, 

he was my spark, 

Now dark nights echo in an empty park. 

Grief cuts deep, 

but I still pave the way— 

His light guides me through a broken day.

Little eyes once shone with dreams so bright, 

I built him paths, 

fought wrong with right. 

Now silence screams where his laughter played; 

A father’s heart lost, 

yet memories stay. 

I walk cold streets with scars that never heal, 

Every step a battle, 

every tear is real. 

In the shadows, 

his spirit fuels my fight— I stand tall, 

though his absence dims the light.

I was his hero, 

he was my spark, 

Now dark nights echo in an empty park. 

Grief cuts deep, 

but I still pave the way— 

His light guides me through a broken day.

Pain carves my soul like a faded tattoo, 

Yet his hope burns in everything I do. 

I carry his name in every breath and beat, 

Turning loss to power with each step on these streets. 

No word can mend the void he left behind, 

But love and legacy keep his fire alive in my mind. 

I weather the storm, 

with grief weighing low— 

Finding strength in scars, 

letting his memory grow.

I was his hero, 

he was my spark, 

Now dark nights echo in an empty park. 

Grief cuts deep, 

but I still pave the way— 

His light guides me through a broken day.

I hold our moments like gold, 

those echoes of delight, 

Your laughter’s in the breeze, 

turning darkness into light. 

Remembering our adventures beneath that endless sky, 

Your smile’s a spark that whispers, 

"It's okay to fly." 

I toast to every sunrise, 

every beat of the past, 

Celebrating your life—joy that will forever last. 

In your name I find the courage to cherish every day, 

Knowing happiness is a tribute, 

not a price to pay. 

Embracing all the laughter, 

love, 

and all we knew, 

In every joyful memory, 

my dear boy, 

I live for you.

In every silent moment, 

his laughter’s near, 

A father's heart learns to overcome fear. 

Through pain I rise—his legend instilled,

Forever my hero, 

my son; 

his love lives on