This Old Man

I remember this old man and the wisdom he shared with me
 Upon his knee I'd listen
 I remember words he spoke and the look behind his quiet eyes
 In silent bliss life gives little lessons
 He spun tales of worlds unseen
 Now he sacrificed his youthful dreams
 He lived his life again just for me
 He raised children to be strong
 They flew into the city lights, such busy lives
 He wished they'd visit home
 I will remember the words of this old man until my dying day
 It took his death to bring them home
 To the empty rooms where they had grown
 Where he died alone
 And they buried him next to his bride
 I held her hand as my mother cried
 Just a child of five, now I understand
 Now I understand the words of this old man