My Grandpa Died at 35

 My grandpa died at thirty five,
Yet in my heart hes still alive
He watches everything I do,
He sometimes there when I feel blue.

My grandpa died at thirty five,
Got on his roof and took a dive.
His suicide leaves me in pain,
But now I know hes not to blame.

He always seems to follow me,
Hell never ever let me be,
When I screw up hes always there,
Hell say no words, just stands and stares


And in my eyes he sees my fears,
And then he brings me down to tears.
I wonder what he wants from me,
When will he ever set me free?

Is there a lesson Ive got to learn?
This agitation, why does it burn?
But in his death there lies a story
Its full of hope its full of glory.

My Grandpa died at thirty five,
And though hes dead hes still alive
He may seem weak, may seem down trod,
But through his grace I now see God.