"This is called the fisherman's hook"
That was my best friend alongside me fishing
Author of life turned the page of the book
Heart bigger than a heart itself
Hunting on Christmas was the only presence I wanted
He was my Santa and I his elf
Trapped in my mind with no release
Sitting under the lights crying "I need you please"
A figure appears
"You are becoming a great fisher of men"
Here I am talking to gramps all over again
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
"This is called the fisherman's hook"
That was my best friend alongside me fishing
Author of life turned the page of the book
Heart bigger than a heart itself
Hunting on Christmas was the only presence I wanted
He was my Santa and I his elf
Trapped in my mind with no release
Sitting under the lights crying "I need you please"
A figure appears
"You are becoming a great fisher of men"
Here I am talking to gramps all over again
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