As I lie awake in bed
And I try to clear my head,
I think of you
And the things we used to do.
As the many years go by
And I watch great soldiers die,
I think of you
And the things we used to do.
As my days grow dark
And misery eats at me like a shark,
I think of you
And the things we used to do.
Well... I guess what I'm trying to say
Is that each and every day
As I do the things I do,
I'm only thinking of you.
In memory of my grandfather, Lee E. Bush, Sr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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May your grandfather rest in peace... I lost my grandmother last year. I feel your pain. May God watch over you. Best of wishes -Kat