There is no one to talk to,
Cuz my problems are not those others face.
I carry not the weight of the world in my arms,
But the weight of ten over people's worlds on my back.

Just the other day,
He was well and alive;
Yet yesterday,
He was lying in bed.
And now today,
He's already, talking about wills and all...

What justice is there in the world?
Where things all go wrong...
What love is there in the world?
A world where it's so cold...
What is the meaning of ties?
When they're enventually broken;

As he sits there in his recliner,
He's more than aware of his time left;
He was just giving me his antiques,
Telling me to take care of them...
The old man sits on my grandpa's chair,
Speaking just like my grandpa...

The years carved his face,
His body's obviously shrunk;
As his days begin to dwindle,
I stare into his eyes;
As we leave, he hugs me tight,
And for what seems like the last time,
I hold him close.

~Sign Off~
I want to implode by myself,
But there's just no place to do it.