My grandfather whispered in my ear,
Son, you'll never know what I've done
You'll never feel my embrace or the hints of my love
I'm sorry for my son and the daughter that I brought up
We can all do a little better when we look back afterwards
But regardless you're their son and their not further off
Than either one of us would have thought
Perhaps the silence was a crutch instead of an excuse to make it up
after the tv's finally shut off
I need you to come back and hold them close
Like I would have done if it were my choice
To see you born with a voice
Into a void of choices and chances
And 5 minute romances
I would have been your constant
The arms you'd always be welcome in
But that's only what could have been
And this is now, but the reality is
You were loved before you were born
And I'm torn I never say your eyes open
But now close them and know I'll always keep you warm
Because in loves arms your never far from home