In a quiet place where a pin drop could be heard miles away,
There lies a girl and her grandpa, with nothing to say,
But that’s not what matters, as time could say,
Sunlight dances on my grandpa’s hands, as the sun rises slowly without a sway,
In the warmth of love, life gently stands,
In his eyes, I find my heart at ease,
I look into his eyes, to see beyond,
Beyond what, people might say,
Beyond the vision where people can perceive,
Beyond the joy ever to be,
Beyond the fields of gold beneath endless skies,
Life’s simple joys are more than they seem,
Each moment with him is a treasure I keep.