Hayden Catherine Clark In the soft glow sits a Grandfather, heart in sorrow
A granddaughter lost, no hope for tomorrow.
In the quiet of the night, tears fall, with no sound.
A life that was blooming, now in the ground
Buried there a piece of his soul
In the ground, a life that was blooming
With no sound, tears fall in the quiet of the night.
Tomorrow, no hope for a granddaughter lost.
In sorrow sits a Grandfather, heart in the soft glow.
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