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