To be heard in a world that in your heart exists

To be heard in a world that in your heart exists

When my heart and body's distraught with despair,
I'll look at the stars and see you there,
You were always eager to find the meaning of life in the past,
Well now your spirit's found out at last;

Our routine at night I'll never forget,
The best storyteller ever I bet,
You'd sit in your chair and watch Man United,
Then chant their anthem and get all excited;

Chip but ties and sponge were always a must,
You were a great listener and easy to trust,
You'd arrive at my door to watch Liverpool get beat,
Then ring Uncle to humor his defeat;

You'd power walk to Tesco's everyday,
Apart from Sunday where at church you'd pay,
Your unique handwriting and poems were highly admired,
You'd help Grandpa until you were tired;

Now that you've left us for God up above,
To join Jesus' comfort, friendship and love,
I'll still talk to you, at night I'll pray,
That when the time comes, we'll meet again one day.