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