The writing pad
She said " your forgetting something pa
as his hand reached for the door
he said" my guitar is your gift
for I wont need it anymore "
I knew this day was coming
So I tried to stay prepared
So look inside that worn out case
There’s something we can share
She never heard this tone of voice
The sound of something wrong
Through the years she wondered why
until she found his final song
(And he said)
Been a rough road for many years
Many dreams along the way
one of them security
That I could leave with you someday
So look inside my dream case
and you will find a writing pad
bout grandpa and his little girl
and the best times they ever had
She says "you left me something pa
As her hand strums that guitar
pa you saw my emptiness
and put love inside my heart
you knew this day was coming
oh you wanted me prepared
every time I start my show
I think of how you cared
(And she said)
Been a rough road for many years
many dreams along the way
one of them security
that you left me on that day
I looked inside your dream case
and so I found your writing pad
bout grandpa and his little girl
and the best times we ever had
so listen to my music pa
And hear I love you in the sound
listen to my music pa
Your writing pad’s been found
Written by Norm Taulbee © 2006
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