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True granddad

The streets behind the church
there's where it all began.
Grew up there as a kid
I had a lot of fun.
Unfortunately, fun stops when my dad
left my mom.
Yet, after everything he did
she remains calm.

Honestly, I don't know how
because he was never there.
Not even with the birth of my son
I guess he doesn't care.

I'm happy to know
that my son don't miss a thing
He gets the love that he needs
My parents from today ;
They will give him everything

My dear, sweet boy
is already six years old.
And even when my dad is gone
his true grandfather has a heart of gold.

His true grandfather,
the husband of my mom
he stood up like a man.
Even in fact ;
he was still young.

But you know what?
He was there
always day and night.
From the day my son was born
he is his granddad,
he has that right.

Some peoples love
didn't mean jack.
But his love is true
we love him to the moon and back.

Engelse gedicht door: angela

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