I can not be to far away to be a grandpa .
I open wide my heart and my home to you .
My home will always take you in .
My living room window is a wonderland .
There will always be an angel on your shoulder
And you will always be buttermilk soft to me yea !
You are small but yet I have big dreams for you
Hold on my grandson
You are not alone .
When you do come to grandpa's home
And when I cheer you up then
Grandpa's living shell not be in vain .
My eyes will close in prayer for you every day .
by Brock
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