The sky was dark and the wind was raw
I had to down another Jack to keep the voices in my head
Welcome to Ontario the road sign said.
After many years away, the voices were calling me home
Your place is at your fathers side
You have had your years to roam
Your father is dying,my Grandfathers voice sighed
The family weeps without you
He needs his youngest by his side
As he will be gone before the morning dew.
Grandfather, grandfather silently i cried
I don’t know if i have the strengh
It’s been a long time since i have been home
Do they understand me,or have i lost their respect?
Only time can heal the wounds
My Grandfathers voice whispered back
You must hurry my grandson and beat the rising moon
But keep your lifes visions on the right track.
That was ten years ago and i made it home in time
I kissed my fathers Cheek and wiped the tears from my Mothers eye
That’s the day my Grandfathers voice stopped it’s rhyme
The reason i now know why
He guided me back to where i belong
Inside this peaceful little town all my hopes and dreams reside
He saved my life while i watched the end of my fathers song
One son had gone to his father and another had come home.
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