The organ pours out slow and soothing
Old and rugged hymns
I long to find some comfort
But my sorrow won't give in
This is the coldest winter
In a thousand freezing years
And if I started crying
I could never stop the tears
Time is slowing down
Like a river clogged with mud
People gather round me
Some friends and others blood
The trumpeter starts playing taps
The soldiers fire their guns
The folding of the flag
Makes the tears come in a flood
Not sure if I will ever stop missing you, missing the lack of time we got to spend together, or if I will ever get to the point where I don't mist up thinking of you... But I know at the end of the "day" I shall see you again. Love you grampa Bill. <3 <3 <3
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