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His body dropped next to the door
As he slowly died right on the floor
The loud screams and all the fallen tears
Seem to mix in with broken hearts and lonely years
My Grandpa always told me he would stay
But on that faithful day he would slowly pass away
Tears flowed like steady rivers on that day
As we knelt down on our knees, look to god and slowly pray
The sun beamed down on that sunny Fourth July
As his soul left, destination was the sky
We’d never thought the day would come
Where he would fall and die
Life for us is not the ...