about the death of my grandparents my grandparents
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A friend of mine has a band and they asked me to write some more lyrics for them because they like it and I said I'd do it.
This is about my grandmother who was in the hospital with cancer (she fought for 8 months and then died in the arms of my grandfather) my grandfather was there every morning a half hour before visiting hours and stayed the longest. For eight months. Just sitting by her bed, reading her stories, telling her stories, telling her what he'd do that day (go fetch some bread and groceries). He did that the last two months too when she was in a coma...
Last year in 2004 in august my grandfather fell from the stairs and went to the doctor who diagnosed he had a blooddisease and he would die... Then it was him who was in the hospitalbed... and in the beginning he kept on saying he was strong enough to go home and near the end he realized it he would die in the hospital and said he would go to his wife... (she was always with him looking down for heaven, that's what he said)
Then he died. Both my grandparents died in 3 years... both to cancer and...
I'll just post the damn text.
An old man sitting next to the bed
age has done its damage
the pictures slowly change
nothing seems right
except his love
devoted to the one inside
every breath he takes
he takes with her
and he asked himself:
why must life end this way?
I have seen my part of pain
and I’d rather close my eyes
but these images come hunting me
must not forget
how that picture tore me apart
He looks outside
her soft words
have never sounded so hard
and a tear escapes his eye
he takes her hand
and says everything’s going to be fine
I look outside
and a tear escapes my eye
why must life end this way
can’t we die, the way
we lived
I take his hand and say:
she’s gonna be alright
He goes outside for a minute or two
she fights every second he’s not there
when he returns
she whispers sweets words of love
he kisses her
and says goodbye
while she slowly walks away
Now I’m here
seeing it again
except I am the one who’s next to the bed
he’s inside and says he’ll be fine
I come close and whisper in his ear:
tell her that I love her
a smile on his face
’cause he knows
she will be waiting…
This is about my grandmother who was in the hospital with cancer (she fought for 8 months and then died in the arms of my grandfather) my grandfather was there every morning a half hour before visiting hours and stayed the longest. For eight months. Just sitting by her bed, reading her stories, telling her stories, telling her what he'd do that day (go fetch some bread and groceries). He did that the last two months too when she was in a coma...
Last year in 2004 in august my grandfather fell from the stairs and went to the doctor who diagnosed he had a blooddisease and he would die... Then it was him who was in the hospitalbed... and in the beginning he kept on saying he was strong enough to go home and near the end he realized it he would die in the hospital and said he would go to his wife... (she was always with him looking down for heaven, that's what he said)
Then he died. Both my grandparents died in 3 years... both to cancer and...
I'll just post the damn text.
An old man sitting next to the bed
age has done its damage
the pictures slowly change
nothing seems right
except his love
devoted to the one inside
every breath he takes
he takes with her
and he asked himself:
why must life end this way?
I have seen my part of pain
and I’d rather close my eyes
but these images come hunting me
must not forget
how that picture tore me apart
He looks outside
her soft words
have never sounded so hard
and a tear escapes his eye
he takes her hand
and says everything’s going to be fine
I look outside
and a tear escapes my eye
why must life end this way
can’t we die, the way
we lived
I take his hand and say:
she’s gonna be alright
He goes outside for a minute or two
she fights every second he’s not there
when he returns
she whispers sweets words of love
he kisses her
and says goodbye
while she slowly walks away
Now I’m here
seeing it again
except I am the one who’s next to the bed
he’s inside and says he’ll be fine
I come close and whisper in his ear:
tell her that I love her
a smile on his face
’cause he knows
she will be waiting…
THANK YOU, LOSTDAWG!
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there's a typo in it.
hunting should be haunting
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A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
Dear C.,
just want to send you big
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EV - St. Louis 7/1/11 ** Tulsa 11/19/12
I wish I was more fluent in English... I'm not a native speaker and whenever I read this I get the feeling it doesn't read so fluent... or something.
Anyway, I kind of forgot about this, my friends never used it as lyrics so... anyway thank you.
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dreams may die;
but my heart never will.
i dedicate this to the fallen...
"I DREAM OF GALS,
OH- HEY- HEY- HEY- HEY!"
'hey, how' did you know about my 'kin?'
the sin of a viper is her 'bite,
the aura of a butterfly are her 'wings,
the excstasy of a 'babe are her 'legs,
the temptation of a 'wood 'sprite are her soft 'words;
'and the 'saga continues'!
BINGO-
"Got you!"