Letter to Michael

Michael, I’ve been talking to you
Even though you can’t hear my voice
There are things I 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 everything 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»