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 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"