My Grandpa
I was the apple of Grandpa's eye,
When I found out he was sick,
I started to cry.
Grandpa was always there to stop the tears,
Now he lives in constant fears.
I love Grandpa and Grandpa loves me,
I only wish he was the way he used to be.
I wish Grandpa could wake up and see,
How much it hurts to see him this way,
Maybe he will get better some day.
When I found out he was sick,
I started to cry.
Grandpa was always there to stop the tears,
Now he lives in constant fears.
I love Grandpa and Grandpa loves me,
I only wish he was the way he used to be.
I wish Grandpa could wake up and see,
How much it hurts to see him this way,
Maybe he will get better some day.
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