I'll miss you when you're gone.
Your smile and your speech.
The way you laugh and carry on,
And listen to me speak.
You spin and spin that rifle,
Your face scrunched up in joy;
The way you give it all your might
And never pause the fight.
I wanted to go to Florida
The way you did before;
And this year you will again
While I watch, and peer.
This is your last year, and I wish
That I could fight with you;
So please, please, visit us, for we can never lose.