It's 3 o'clock in the morning.
I finally finished my mourning,
Of you grandad.
I can only hope the other side is better
Where people don't pretend
And happiness is never constricted.
Till the world is old and dying
You forever will be great.
Immortal in my juvenile eyes.
Immortal in my aching heart.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
It's 3 o'clock in the morning.
I finally finished my mourning,
Of you grandad.
I can only hope the other side is better
Where people don't pretend
And happiness is never constricted.
Till the world is old and dying
You forever will be great.
Immortal in my juvenile eyes.
Immortal in my aching heart.