That old soul was sitting still,
In his eyes I could see the light of life vanishing,
Having lost his true love long ago,
He had no one to talk to no where to go,
His life wasn't a triumph,
But he fulfilled all his duties as father, a son, as husband to his blind wife,
No matter what goes wrong or right he kept his head high.
But still a little something ached his heart,
Looking at his grandson's books and pencils,
His heart cried, Oh I wish.