It's okay Grandpa, i'm not mad at your dispersement I know it was a fact of life Something very hard to get over But we're human, that's only to be expected But it felt like a part of my morale's army defected You left me in emotional stitches But i know you didn't mean anything by it I'm just angry i didn't get more time with you before you were gone That's something i'll always have to live with And it's unfair, but i'm a strong man Maybe not as strong as you yet Maybe never-but i'm going to try like hell You're everything i want to emulate But when things crumble, i wish you were here to help I know an answer will come, but it must be drawn in the cardboard Or in the sky Or on something nobody notices But i just want to know when After all you've done, you deserve all the free time I'll just wait patiently for you to answer The elongated time frame won't worsen my mood Just you not being here will.
I write a lot about my grandfather because i felt like he never got the credit he deserved in his lifetime. It's a **** shame. But i'm trying to make it up to him, even though he isn't here to see it. He's seeing it up there.