Grampa's Place

They packed up part of my soul today.

Someone cut up my heart,

and just gave it away.

A bright light always shone on my Grampa's place.

But now when I look in the windows,

I'll see some strangers place.

When It would seem like the whole world was some how picking on me.

The gate was always open,

And in his strong arms I'd safely be.

Memories gush out of that old farm like water through a seive.

And as a child that was the one place,

I aways wanted to live.

The land may have changed hands but not the love.

And when I ride up by there,

A light still shines from above.

You know, I never wept when Grandma died.

But when they sold Grampa's place,

I cried and cried and cried.

They packed up part of my soul today.

Someone cut up my heart,

And just gave it away.

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