Tragically when I was only five,
my grandfather needlessly passed away.
He was a man with a fierce love for life.

I clearly remember the day he died,
I think it’s my clearest memory to this day.
Even though at the time I was only five.

We played guitar and watched the hours pass by.
Through our bones we felt the chords resonate.
He truly had a fierce love for life.

Sadly he also smoked and drank, and with time,
it killed him but I never saw his ashtray,
probably because I was only five.

We shared the same birthday, him and I.
Together we celebrated that special day
Led by his deep and fierce love for life.

For me, Far-Far was the name he went by.
I still remember his whiskers on my face.
And even though I was only five,
I still remember his fierce love for life.