Grandad
He's never known life without Grandad. He's been there through his everyday, and just like that he is gone. How can life be so cruel? By taking away his Grandad, What, You couldn't spare him a heartbeat? Tell him what to feel because he don't know what to feel. Loosing Grandad isn't just like an infection, you can't just heal his broken heart! Each night he lays to fall asleep, dreaming Grandads still with us, then awakes to this nightmare. A visit isn't just down the street anymore. He only has a headstone to see, in remembrance of his loved one. Here is where his tears may fall; Grandad smart, Forever in his heart.
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