From our thoughts to our memories, From our days to our nights. From the east to the west, From my love that I write. From the sadness we shed when you went away, But in our hearts and minds you will forever stay. We speak in our dreams, but don't say a word. Life means everything, even to a little bird. Nine long years since we last saw you, Nine long years of pain and sorrow. Tearful eyes gazed in sadness, Lowering you in to a hole of blackness. Shutting out the light that you're never to see, R.I.P. Grandad you mean everything to me.