Letter to Michael
Michael, I've been talking to you
Even though you can't hear my voice
There are things I've wanted to 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 colosseum
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"