I’ll make it short and sweet,
you were stubborn just like me.
That’s why I’ve walked these miles to see
you right beneath my feet.
I’ve got a bone to pick.
Why’d you get so sick?
You were supposed to be strong.
You were supposed to hold on.
Now, it’s been four years,
and you’re still not here.
Some days I don’t do well with change,
especially today.
I wish for a second
I had your hand to hold.
‘Cause I’m trying to act strong
and this act’s getting old.
But, we’re all doing well.
It didn’t go straight to hell.
Though, sometimes I think it might,
but we’re like you, we know how to fight.
And your grand kids are big
I didn’t think it’d be like this.
They all act just like you,
They’re whips through and through.
I wish for a second
I had your hand to hold.
‘Cause I’m trying to act strong
and this act’s getting old.