Great Grandfather's Song

Hello
 We've not met
 This is the voice
 Of your dead great grandfather
 I bet, you thought
 You would never
 Hear my voice
 I bet, you've never
 Even thought
 Of me before
 And does it make you cry
 That you'll be more forgotten than I?
 That your no children
 Won't even notice when you die?
 Have you ever thought of me
 In your forty years of history?
 Well my son of son of son
 That's how remembered you'll be
 I was born
 In the sepia days
 Of coldness and hunger
 And I died
 Achieving little of note
 Except my son
 And does it make you weep
 That you have no soul for a god to keep?
 That you have no heaven to aspire
 To rest in when your life is done?
 Wouldn't it be better
 To pretend that it's going to be alright
 Instead of facing the void
 At night?