I wanna run away but I dont know where I'm going
Is it in my mind or is that thumping sound of my feet running?
I saw you lying there your body growing colder by the moment.
I reach out to grasp your hand but your spirits already long gone by now.
A great man lost to time...so many memories in my mind.
Crying out...stop this pain. Trying to go back...rewind time.
Do you know how much we loved you?
Do you know how much you'll be missed?
My grandma leans over for one last kiss.
Grasping your hand, tears in her eyes.
Longing to stay by your side.
Letting go is hard to do.
I feel so cold yet trying to move.
The sun outside may as well not be there.
For today no warmth seeps through.
Never to hear that deep laughter
Never to hear your voice again. Or ever see you smile.
If only....if only I had just one bit longer, just a little while.
I would sit at your feet again...listening to stories of old.
I would play kiss the spot while listening
to your bluff of if we miss punching us in our nose.
One last hug, one last talk, one last moment with you.
Id give anything if that wish could come true.
~In loving memory of Sargent Angelo Scaniffe ...the greatest grandpa in the world...the one who loved me...even when I was grumpy~
Is it in my mind or is that thumping sound of my feet running?
I saw you lying there your body growing colder by the moment.
I reach out to grasp your hand but your spirits already long gone by now.
A great man lost to time...so many memories in my mind.
Crying out...stop this pain. Trying to go back...rewind time.
Do you know how much we loved you?
Do you know how much you'll be missed?
My grandma leans over for one last kiss.
Grasping your hand, tears in her eyes.
Longing to stay by your side.
Letting go is hard to do.
I feel so cold yet trying to move.
The sun outside may as well not be there.
For today no warmth seeps through.
Never to hear that deep laughter
Never to hear your voice again. Or ever see you smile.
If only....if only I had just one bit longer, just a little while.
I would sit at your feet again...listening to stories of old.
I would play kiss the spot while listening
to your bluff of if we miss punching us in our nose.
One last hug, one last talk, one last moment with you.
Id give anything if that wish could come true.
~In loving memory of Sargent Angelo Scaniffe ...the greatest grandpa in the world...the one who loved me...even when I was grumpy~
