Words to the Silence

The most futile of all words these are...
For the man is dead.
The man is dead and his walking style is gone with him
And that shirts that only he cold use.
All of his memories and all of his hopes
Who knows what he thought of me?
Who knows? I'll never know.
I'll never know.
And I never told him these words
And the worst part is I don't know what i wanted to tell him.
I wish...
He said “Send my salutes to your grandma and mother“ the last time
And I said See u
But how the heck could I know I was lying to him
I lied to him right in his noble face
I will not see him again...
I will not help him again
He will not bless me again...
And all I can do
The only stupid thing I can do is write in a language he does not understand
That's as futile and useless as it can be!!!
I have no sense for this then
I have no secret of him
I'll have no secret of him
Just a kind word, the echoe of a kind word...
And the ghost of a Merry xmas that he never said to me
But I bet he wished that for me.
I'll remember him
That's as senseless as the only thing I can do
I'll make him a legend for my daughter that's the hopefullness thing I can do
I'll write of him once and twice and over again the magician in all of my stories
Those will not be useless words; those will be his legacy for me
And these are useless words
For i gave none of them to him
When he was not that far from me
And the man is dead
Now the man is dead
These verse is late
Forever late