My blue-eyed hero, who listened to my cries
My great grandfather; fellow lover of pies
Then its "Papa please get better"
The blue eyes faded
The hero seemed to stay
My eyes got wetter in the mourning waves of black
One year later
I feel you here
Suckin' up those beers
Your hand on my shoulder
Getting rid of the boulders
Guiding me through life
I'll always remember those blue eyes
The hero still at my side.