Nights like this turn my mind to those who've gone before.
I walk alone wondering what this night must have in store.
For when the night beckons I feel something in my core.
So into mind I retreat and open waiting door.

I first see the man I knew who meant so much to me.
Who loved his life and lived it always proud and oh so free.
My grandfather was my hero and the very best of friend.
I remember him for what he was, a wonderful man among men.

Now I see my grandmother, who has also passed from life.
She made him a stalwart companion, a good and loving wife.
She passes before me and winks, with her ever present smile.
You take care of yourself, grandma. I'll see you after awhile.

Before me now stands my uncle, always ready with a joke.
He left us far too soon and grandma's heart nearly broke.
He was very much his father's son, loved by nearly all.
I'll see him soon as well. I wait only angel's call.

I've gotten too acquainted with pain and sorrow in my short life.
I know what it's like to lose a loved one, how it cuts just like a knife.
Yet God is always there, like a strong and immoveable stone.
So why should grief drag me down for I never walk alone.