Grandpa

Grandpa is sitting on the chair
Looking deep into the void
His eyes tell a story
But there is noone close to hear

All the friends took that train
And now they're waiting there for him
Will someone remember this?
Or all the things i got at least

Grandpa, keep smoking!
Grandpa, hold the knife!
Grandpa, reaper is calling!
Grandpa, dont give up!

Love is hiding underground
But hands are too weak to dig
Not easy to gather a crowd
While all you met is on the pit

Time breaks all foundations
That took a lifetime to build
Old age is not fair
But that's a road for all the guild

Grandpa, keep smoking!
Grandpa, hold the knife!
Grandpa, reaper is calling!
Grandpa, dont give up!

Grandpa, keep smoking!
Grandpa, hold the knife!
Grandpa, reaper is calling!
Grandpa, dont give up!



Credits
Writer(s): Rubén Del Rosario
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