Somethings in my child cannot be told
From a man not in his youth growing old
For remembering youth my world turns cold
A toddling youth from a bottle drinking beer
Raise the flagon shout out a drunken cheer
These are the things as a baby I did fear
Snakes springing forth from a maidens head
Moving things become blood upon my bed
Playing a game in amongst the living dead
Some would say my childhood was a daily dread
But you say Grandpa did you play sports?
In the deepest woods were you building forts?
Ah yes, for sanity for me was near on the courts
Choose up, shirts and skins, how my world spins
Dreaming of the day take away my father's sins
And you say Grandpa who were your friends?
They like me were poor lived just around the bends
For living in poverty no one hardly wins
So I looked skyward my children will make amends
And Grandpa did you ever go to war
For you my child I served on a distant shore
Freedom you see is not free for you and me
For in those books they teach of history
It is those Veterans before us who keep us free
Grandpa just like you I want to go to college
Making up for the sadness your search for knowledge
Can any one man really turn the world around?
We can only try to the day we hear the final bugle sound
