I’m waiting for tomorrow
Just praying it will come
‘Cause I’m thinking of my Grandad
And afraid his days are done.
Three weeks he’s been in hospital
Three weeks he’s been in pain
And, though I know it’s selfish,
I hope tomorrow comes again.
Most of the days he sleeps now,
Which is a blessing in disguise,
For remembering is difficult,
And it hides the confusion in his eyes.
He barely even knew me
When I found him that long day.
I cried and called my mother
Hoping he would be okay.
I worried for my mother
And for my Grandad too.
Though I had him twenty years
They still seemed all too few.
They called us in the night-time,
Told us to come and say farewell
So that we rushed in to his bedside
And awaited the death-knell.
My hopes for more tomorrows
Were answered on that day.
He held on for tomorrow
And then another day.
When the phone call came again
My selfish heart fell true
I prayed for him to go in peace,
Though our days were far too few.
I ran into the hospital
And straight into his room,
The nurses came and followed me
- too late. He’d gone too soon.
He didn’t wait to say goodbye
Didn’t want to see our tears
Better that we remember him
And the good times through the years.
Though my Grandad’s gone now-
And for a while our lives were grim-
I have found that tomorrow comes
And that we always think of him.
