Letter to Michael

Michael I've been talking to you

Even though you can't hear my voice

There are things I've wanted you say for so long

But the road has its way

Michael I must thank you

In the way you held me high

I could see over the crowd

You told me "Son when you grow older

Everything I am is everyhing you are"

Michael I've been talking to you

Even though you can't hear my voice

I've been thinking God when I laugh it's as though you are laughin' as well

With me in the Collosseum

And I know the ink in our chest is the same as the colour of our eyes

Michael I must thank you

In the way you're always there

Even when our backs are turned

You told me "Son when you grow older

Everything I am is everything you are"

And you held me high

I could see over the crowd

You told me "Son when you grow older

Everything I am is everything you are

And everything you are is everything to me