Lying in the Grass

For James Wojtasiak, dearly missed Grandpa.

Lying in the Grass

Even though you're lying there
It seems like you are sleeping
With a smile on your lips
I feel the warm breeze blowing
And the wheat fields flowing
And you are there
Lying in the grass
With a smile on your lips
Playing with us when we were still all young
You were a husband, father, and grandpa
And though the truth is now painfully clear
We all remeber how you were
On a sunny summer afternoon
In a field with a breeze
Lying in the grass sleeping
With a smile on your lips