Le poème anglais

This is for the people we've lost
It's for the fathers we loved

The people we took for granted
The people who watch from above.

I hope i'm making you proud.
I hope you're happy where you are

Im not sad you went away
Im not crying tears of sorrow

For, The life you lived was full of giving
You were always happy and yet you had nothing.

Cheers to all the times we laughed
Cheers to all the good times we shared.