To the father I chose
I sit at the foot of your bed while all others pray—
As you fall this dark December night slowly away—
I wish that you be carried by stars of bright heavens light
Showing beyond certainty, you leave this world more right
You are the grandfather; my children deserved,
a gift to them that you have overwhelming served.
I am humbled before you at the foot of your bed,
I'm happy to offer, every, single, tear that I've shed
even more over, I wish my heart was dying instead
So hear this message, I said it clearly before you went on your way
You're the father I chose; over your life, I hope that love, I did convey
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