My blue-eyed hero, who listened to my cries

My great grandfather; fellow lover of pies

Then its "Papa please get better"

The blue eyes faded

The hero seemed to stay

My eyes got wetter in the mourning waves of black

One year later

 I feel you here

Suckin' up those beers

Your hand on my shoulder

Getting rid of the boulders

Guiding me through life

I'll always remember those blue eyes

The hero still at my side.