Grandfather.

Patterns through generations, concept of "grandfathering".

I heard the hurricane was over when the paper hit the door.
Articles of clothing were shredded and still hanging in the stores.
The paper flew away riding sunsets to tomarrow.
By the time you get this message, I hope you already know.

Cause convincing you of my imagination,
could send us both straight to hell.

Oh help me help you down,
once you help me up.

I found an opened letter inside my grandpas boat.
He was rocking  in opinions,
I knew I'd seen this all before.
I burnt up any evidence and cast rotten wisdom to the sun,
the ashes set a fire with irony on my tounge.

For everything theres something,
so nothings ever wrong.

Oh help me help me now.
By that time I'll probably drown.

I've got nothing to do with anything,
so nothings ever gone.

Reviews

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You REALLY like to write about storms. I think that's pretty cool. I wonder what it means on a subconscious level. :) I like the rhythm of this piece, the rhyme is nice, too, with the uneven lines. I especially love the images in the first stanza and it's a nice wind-down to a clever end. Great song.