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My Grandad
I knew a man who was afraid,when he looked at you, with his pain,
hoped that he might scare you away,
he was afraid you would take him back to a place,
that for twenty five years of his life, he had to stay
he never hurt anyone but they were afraid he would someday
they had no doctors to talk too. or medicine to keep nightmares away
that's what they did to anyone else in those days
He had a grand home a family and a big heart
and believed that this time in his life, was a good start
he lost everything he owned when the stock market
crashed and they both came apart
A bully on the bus saw you in dismay and ripped you apart
and with a knife he drew and aimed for your heart,
but the crowd on the bus, all knew him and it was his say,
and for twenty five years of your life,
you were taken away
Those people in the crowd, should have been honest and nice
they had an innocent frightened, saddened man, punished twice
who for twenty five years, the only way to wake him
was a bath tub full of cold water, and ice
he had amazing skills with his hands as he drew
but he saw a little too much of everything else, too
he did not like me when we first met, his room was a sanctuary
he built by hand and his sweat, so he would forget
the twenty five years of his life taken, and he has never hurt anyone yet
he had a little sports car he loved, but grandmother hated
when they went out for a drive it always, got towed home
his mechanic was a cheat, and the price for repairs was very steep
I helped fix his car, we had saved it. it was his now forever to keep it
we became best of friends, and we both shared together our secrets
A man who I was once so afraid of, became a person in my life,
that I still love, and he's been gone, for many a night so for now
he is someone I am always thinking of and remembering him, right now,
I cry, but I am not sad I will see him again, and in the end,
the first person I would love to see, if possible to be, in heaven,
is my granddad,
hoped that he might scare you away,
he was afraid you would take him back to a place,
that for twenty five years of his life, he had to stay
he never hurt anyone but they were afraid he would someday
they had no doctors to talk too. or medicine to keep nightmares away
that's what they did to anyone else in those days
He had a grand home a family and a big heart
and believed that this time in his life, was a good start
he lost everything he owned when the stock market
crashed and they both came apart
A bully on the bus saw you in dismay and ripped you apart
and with a knife he drew and aimed for your heart,
but the crowd on the bus, all knew him and it was his say,
and for twenty five years of your life,
you were taken away
Those people in the crowd, should have been honest and nice
they had an innocent frightened, saddened man, punished twice
who for twenty five years, the only way to wake him
was a bath tub full of cold water, and ice
he had amazing skills with his hands as he drew
but he saw a little too much of everything else, too
he did not like me when we first met, his room was a sanctuary
he built by hand and his sweat, so he would forget
the twenty five years of his life taken, and he has never hurt anyone yet
he had a little sports car he loved, but grandmother hated
when they went out for a drive it always, got towed home
his mechanic was a cheat, and the price for repairs was very steep
I helped fix his car, we had saved it. it was his now forever to keep it
we became best of friends, and we both shared together our secrets
A man who I was once so afraid of, became a person in my life,
that I still love, and he's been gone, for many a night so for now
he is someone I am always thinking of and remembering him, right now,
I cry, but I am not sad I will see him again, and in the end,
the first person I would love to see, if possible to be, in heaven,
is my granddad,
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My Grandad
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