Para mi abuelo

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

Gracias a Keane por el préstamo.

Ayer supimos que tiene cáncer de pulmón, maligno y muy agresivo. Estas cosas pasan, llegando a una edad te figuras que algo le saldrá, pero luego no te haces del todo a la idea. Un beso, abuelo.

Hoy la vida es maravillosa para él, que aún vive ignorante de lo que le espera. Los demás... pues hazte cargo :o(((((((((