[male
vocals] (
Soft
piano
chords,
ambient
room
noise)
Yeah,
it’
s
for
you,
Dad.
Every
step
I
take,
I
feel
the
weight
of
your
shadow.
Sir
Sunday
Onwurah
Kodo.
We
never
got
enough
time.
The
house
feels
bigger
now
that
you're
gone,
Echoes
in
the
hallway
singing
a
lonely
song.
I
look
at
the
frame
on
the
mantle,
your
steady
gaze,
Trying
to
navigate
through
this
sudden,
bitter
haze.
You
left
us
early,
before
the
chapters
were
done,
Before
the
setting
of
the
golden,
evening
sun.
But
the
blood
you
gave
us,
it
flows
so
deep
and
true,
Every
morning
reflection
brings
me
back
to
you.
Oh,
Sir
Sunday,
you’
re
the
roots
beneath
our
feet,
Even
in
the
silence,
your
memory
is
sweet.
Though
the
chair
is
empty
and
the
table’
s
cold,
You
left
a
story
that
will
never
grow
old.
We
carry
your
fire,
we
carry
your
name,
In
the
heart
of
the
storm,
we’
re
keeping
the
flame.
We
love
you,
Grandpa,
across
the
great
divide,
With
you
in
our
spirits,
we’
ve
got
nothing
to
hide.
Little
Ebele
looks
for
you
in
the
sky
at
night,
Asking
why
the
stars
have
lost
a
bit
of
their
light.
David
mimics
your
walk,
he’
s
got
your
steady
pace,
And
Noel
finds
your
kindness
shining
in
his
face.
Confidence
whispers
your
name
when
she
kneels
to
pray,
Wishing
you
were
here
to
guide
her
through
the
day.
They
miss
you
so
much,
the
pain
is
a
heavy
stone,
But
knowing
you
loved
us
keeps
us
from
being
alone.
Oh,
Sir
Sunday,
you’
re
the
roots
beneath
our
feet,
Even
in
the
silence,
your
memory
is
sweet.
Though
the
chair
is
empty
and
the
table’
s
cold,
You
left
a
story
that
will
never
grow
old.
We
carry
your
fire,
we
carry
your
name,
In
the
heart
of
the
storm,
we’
re
keeping
the
flame.
We
love
you,
Grandpa,
across
the
great
divide,
With
you
in
our
spirits,
we’
ve
got
nothing
to
hide.
I’
m
Nonso
Creed,
I’
m
holding
the
mantle
high,
Watching
the
seasons
change
under
this
hollow
sky.
It
wasn't
enough
time,
but
it
was
a
lifetime
of
grace,
I’
ll
spend
all
my
years
just
trying
to
keep
your
pace.
Your
children,
your
legacy,
we
stand
here
proud,
Writing
your
honor
in
every
thought
aloud.
Oh,
Sir
Sunday,
you’
re
the
roots
beneath
our
feet,
Even
in
the
silence,
your
memory
is
sweet.
Though
the
chair
is
empty
and
the
table’
s
cold,
You
left
a
story
that
will
never
grow
old.
We
carry
your
fire,
we
carry
your
name,
In
the
heart
of
the
storm,
we’
re
keeping
the
flame.
We
love
you,
Grandpa,
across
the
great
divide,
With
you
in
our
spirits,
we’
ve
got
nothing
to
hide.
Sleep
well,
Sir
Sunday.
Ebele,
David,
Noel,
Confidence...
we’
ll
keep
you
warm.
Nonso
Creed,
signing
off
for
the
family.
We
love
you,
Grandpa.
Always. (
Fade
out
on
lingering
piano
note)