Grandpa

Somewhere an old lady prays
Somewhere kids are laughing

Somewhere the sky is fresh and clear
A guy pops a ring and asks a question
and a silly girl cries whispering, "yes"

Somewhere the world is turning on its axis
Somewhere life is marching by

But it isn't here
It's never here
Not while you're gone

Not with this hole inside of me
Not while the rose from your grave turns
black on my window sill