My bolt’s are slowly loosening, im beggining to lose my mind

i think about you GRANDAD a majority of the time,

I walk out of the door as i go into the night

i’m walking through the gate as im slipping out of sight.

I sit upon your grave and still i wonder Why?

Why after all these years, Why still do i cry?

But dont forget when it’s my time

you’ll be the one to open the door.