They say you have a dark future,
Even when all of em nurtured,
Doctors and nurses,
Cutters from their purses,
All these cloth bandages,
The doctor's stop the rampages,
Our emotions we try to disguise,
As we know you're about to rise,
We know you're still alive,
We want to revive,
You can only handle so much,
We love you a bunch,
And though we want to help,
God, we can't by ourselves,
And we hear your speeches,
Before you go and we can't reach ya,
You spoke your peace,
Many cried, many weeped,
We tried our best to be,
What you need,
But I think god wants to talk now,
He might just be impressed with how,
You made it all these years,
And managed to jerk all the tears,
Well still be here,
There's no need to fear,
What awaits you,
Just let god know we love you too.
Love you from all,
Now be careful Papaw.
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