On grandpas lap
is were she sat.
Till she looked up to say,
hey...grandpa...hey?
His eyes tired,he looks down,
on his face is a frown.
First she asks,why do things die,
and then,why does god live in the sky,
and will I really grow old,
its what I was told,
and can god really see
you....and me?
Does he really exist?
Looking up to the sky,
he lets out a sigh.
Looking into her eyes,
not wanting to tell lies.
He gives her the answer,he always chose.
.....Sweethart.....Nobody really knows.
