He died with a smile, no regret in his eyes
Had a loving family with many grandkids
We will miss him, i know i will but grandma might never get over it.

He was a man with pride
Succeeded in everything he tried
Golden arms and a brilliant mind
A hero, one of a kind.

But there was something he hid
Something just wasn't right about him
Even during his memorial
I stepped forward as if i was called there
Put my palm on his chest and for a moment it seemed he was still with us.

It gave me a flashback from when i was younger
In our village there was a ******, or so was reported
The victim of that crime
Supposedly my grandpa, who was still kicking and alive
Was a weird time for everyone, contacting relatives
Telling he was fine.

I'm on a wheatfield, playing with my sister
A woman in the distance, looks a little frightened
Her mouth opens but can't hear a sound
Grandpa is calling, i turn around
Pointing at the tree where the woman was standing
But there's nothing
Must have been hallucinating.

We take a road back to home
My sister sitting on the shoulders
I reach my arm out for him to hold
Grandpa, why's your hand so cold.