They'd ask me if I'm okay if they saw me now

They'd ask what's wrong if I began to break down

But they'd understand if they lost their grandfather

They'd understand why my life is getting darker

Granddad, you were always there when I needed you

Through life's troubles, you'd motivate me to push through

Always moving 'round, looking for a place to rest

'Till you found a neighbourhood so nice, maybe the best

I knew I'd experience this at one point during my life

But my-my, now 'Rain' hurts more in hindsight

On the outside, I'm emotionless, that's no lie

But inside, deep down, I know I want to cry

Let my tears show, why don't I? I don't know

I guess my mourning process is rather slow

You’re one of many grandfathers that I’ve got

I should be crying over this, but I’m honestly not

And I really have no clue why

But now that you’re gone, a piece of me may also die

And your passing is understandable, it’s sad but true

I can only imagine how much it hurts my mum too

Especially since her own dad passed away years back

I guess she’s as sad as me, her joy being reduced to black

I guess it’s only natural to be a sad grandson

Granddad’s now out of our lives, Michael Jackson

Don’t know if I should be happy his suffering’s over

Or sad that his life’s ended and I wasn’t closer

To him than I could have been during his life

Now it seems his has become lost in the night

It’s also saddening that he had survived cancer

The fact a brain tumour killed him fills me with anger

But I guess a good thing to come out this tonight

Is that we can all agree that he lived a good life

Of course I give condolences to my nan

Still single in my life, but I can understand

Why it would hurt her to lose her husband like this

I know out of my family, he’ll always be missed

Like a candle that’s been blown out in the wind

Or like a bulb in a light that’s seriously dimmed

I know that a grandparent is never expendable

But I guess this type of moment was inevitable

So I’m not shedding tears nor having shaky breaths

I’d rather celebrate your life than mourn your death

Though it weighs heavy on my chest, regardless I guess

It’s for the best that you can now finally rest

At the risk of sounding like there’s no care in my brain

I’d rather you be dead than alive and suffering in pain

In the end, you’ve helped me find my self-worth

So rest in peace, William Montgomery-Verth