Change and Grow
My old man was kicking a can
It made him happy even as a kid
Ya know young old me I loved my hackie sacks
I'd kick till I was tired and then go take a nap
You know my poor old man you know he lost his wife
15 yrs and he was still happy at night
She died of cancer but he knew someday, he'd feel her warm loving
arms and beautiful face.
In each generation their are popular things, to mold the generations
is easier than you think.
I soon had a sister about 5 years back, she loved to hoola hoop
just like her grandma had.
Now I have a brother born about 3 years back he loved to hop scotch
and throw those rocks.
Now yesterdays here and yesterdays gone but tommorow will bring
another popular song.
I stand here at the alter with my beautiful wife, shes carrying
my daughter. Oh does she look devine!
Oh its 1 month later and my old man passed away! I wish I could have
seen his eyes dancing as he met his beautiful wife again!
OH, I'm so happy living and so happy lovin. My wifes pregnant again
with my very first son!
Now I need for you to help me and pray they say hes stuck and
not sure that they can both make it!
I am happy on the outside strong for them both, dieing inside
wanting the best for them and a little hope!
The cycle of living and the cycle of life will be a toy brought
back from the 60's Or my grandpa meeting his lovely wife!
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