The Old Die Young

When I was born
it was 1989
He died 16 years later
way before his time
Why does god take the old
away from the young
Why is he so bold
to think I will hold my tongue
He had so much to teach
and I was ready to learn
The language barrier breached
but it was just his turn
Or was it a sign
from the man up above
To let us all know
that the old die young

He lived a meaningful life
with his children and his wife
They had this chemistry
now its just a memory
And as the days turn to past
we all think we won't last
And then days turn to night
and then again right back to light
While we're on our knees and pray
that we will see him again someday
But the question still remains
why we are all put through pain
So was it just a sign
that it was his time to shine
Or was it just time that we learned
the old die young

So did he live life his way
and smile everyday
Loving his wife and children dear
as they prayed to keep him here
He was my grandfather
and yet i never really bothered
To spend the time I had
with the one my mom called dad
But everyone does things their way
some by tattoo's and others pray
But the things i want to see
are in my memory
There to stay
for years to come
Sharing with family
who ask 4 some
But to feel such sorrow
for a loved one lost
Is natural to us
but at what cost
Do we learn to deal
or do we just heal
Either way it happens
it happens
But don't think we will forget
and don't think we will quit
Trying to figure
why the old die young