He chose his habit over me.

                He just couldn't let it die.

                 I guess that's how it had to be,

                   And now it's time to say, "good-bye".

                     He might still be alive

                      But he chose to drink and drive.

                         There is nothing I can do

                          To hear him say, "I love you".

                         Drink has taken him away,

                            When he was much too young to die. 

                             Now I face another day.

                              All day long, it's time to cry.

                          He was always wild and free,

                         But then he turned to alcohol.

                           At the end, please let it be,

                          That he heard the Master's call.

                    He left his mother, and a child.

                     Too scared to live, but scared to die,

                    He's no longer free or wild.

                   All we can do is say Good-bye.

                     This is my rose, to say Good-bye.

                     Take it to your distant land,

                          Where there are no more tears to cry,

                             And place it in the Master's hand.

                                                                              Saif Malik