Late at night when I cannot sleep
All I think about is you and I weep
Why can't you be here with me
That's the way it ought to be
I wish I could see you one last time
I'd do anything to see your face right next to mine
But your in a place far away
And for eternity, there you'll stay
I hate the cancer for what it did
Stayed away from the doctors and hid
It was found but way too late
It had already decided your fate
It was a clear, sunny morning when I heard that you had died
I comforted my sister while she cried
I asked Dad if you were ever coming home
He was silent, and I knew it was a no
I felt tears streaming down my face
He said it's okay, she's in a better place
I know what he said is true
But I can't stop missing you

grandpa the truth is, I don't think of you all too often
when i heard the news, i half expected a coffin
i'm the first to admit, that that's slanting pretty low
when your half expecting you own family to go
i feel bad, ashamed of myself, cause its wrong
someone so close, just let them be, say so long
one eighth of mine is your blood, like a partial genetic clone
we're family, and always will be, it could be written in stone
so heres a sincere apology, i've kept you all to distant
and you have done the same, don't think that i've missed it
its neither of our faults, its just the way its gone down
so better late than never, why not turn it around?
i want to get to know you, and you the same to me
on a deeper level than just the eye can see
you've walked down a long road, almost eighty years now
thinking of what we haven't had, i just can't fight the tears now
cause i love you, and i can feel it with my heart
so my real hope is that this letter's just the start
of a relationship thats always been carved in stone
its about time we pick them up, and take them home

o                                          
                          o                                                                ­                                          o
                                                               ­                                                                 ­  o
I'm a weeny fish                                                I could try blowing lots of bubbles
In a big blue scary sea                                      That would surely show'em
If I don't do something pretty soon                  Or maybe I should think a while
No-one's going to notice me                             And write a little poem

                          
                                ­    I'm a little flat fish
                                    A frightened little sole
                                    The sea is way too big for me
                                     I want to live in a bowl

Go ahead, write.
It wont bite.
Heartbreak will hurt a slight,
pain and suffering might,
but when you write?
Oh it wont hurt, alright?

No no no, don't think I want to fight.
I just want to write, write, write!
It's fine! It's right!
Pick up your pen and write.
Tonight!

When I write,
I feel like I might...
Get up and dance tonight...
Or maybe howl with with wolves,
or maybe fight?
Well, in my head I might.
As long as after and before, I write, write, write.

You have sorrow? You have fright?
Go ahead! Write, write, write!
The words will flow, and hey! You just might,
Flow and grow with the things in spite,
Of all the reckless things that make you bite.

You know your reasons,
and you know your might.
You know your hallow,
and you know your fright.
Do you know whats waiting?
Do you know tonight?
All the dreams you've been dreaming can come to life!
What's that? I'm crazy? Thats quite alright.
Pick up your pen, and tell me why!
Just as long as your right, write, right!

I heard my brittle bones breaking in your hands
As I collapsed
collapsed
I thought I was made of steel
Or rubber
something that bends.
But never
breaks
Your hands were not comforting they
seemed all too steady
and your voice
was too robotic
When asking me to
Breathe
How could you ask me such a thing?
At a time like that?
have you no heart?

I don't cry in-front of people
You could've had the decency to leave me broken
On the kitchen floor,
So I could carry on saying that
"I never really cry..."
as a testament to my strength

But you had to grab my bruised wrist's
and push denial away
"Shhh..its okay."
  I could've held on a little longer
Had I known
You weren't here to
stay