The River Of Life

My old grandpa would tell me a story.
About how people would have to go to heaven to make room for the new gents and ladies.
And it made me worry because he said,
One day Iâ??d have to go to make room for your babies.
Heâ??d say donâ??t fret bumblebee, old grandpa would always be with you.
Then when the time comes youâ??ll have to leave too.

Then one day my old grandpa passed away.
I couldnâ??t cope that day.
His last words to me was,
Just be and one day youâ??ll be with me in the sea, because we all have to flow through the river of life before we can truly be,
Swimming in the sea.

To my life, his words I adorn.
Then one day a baby was born.
When heâ??s grown and became a man,
Iâ??ll tell him,
People move on to heaven to make room for the new gents and ladies.
Then one day Iâ??ll go to make room for your babies.
Donâ??t fret honeybee, momma will always be with you.
When the time comes youâ??d have to leave too.
Now weâ??ll live and be,
Floating through the river of life,
â??fore we can join grandpa,
Swimming in the sea.