Texty
In a night of may
In the waiting room of the ER
The panic started
Filling the air
This is the last time
That we would talk in person
Nothing prepares you
To say goodbye
Fly high
It’s alright
I’ll be fine
Promise me to move on
In my eyes
I had time
To share my live
Hug me tight goodbye son
There are things to say
And not enough time left
Could you still share
One last advice
What about the plans?
What am I supposed to do
I guess it’s time
To make you proud
Fly high
It’s alright
I’ll be fine
Promise me to move on
In my eyes
I had time
To share my live
Hug me tight goodbye son
Fly high
It’s alright
I’ll be fine
Promise me to move on
In my eyes
I had time
To share my live
Hug me tight goodbye son
Written by: Andres Vasco, Ernesto Quintana, Esteban Barrera
