I dedicate this to our grandma's and grandpa's. 
As children they gathered
Side by side, in rows,
They opened their eyes to hear
Stories never told.
One by one their mouths
Had formed into a smile,
As my hands had moved about
In that old familiar style.
Many years now are burried
In the wrinkles of their skin,
But the twinkles of pure heart
Will shone youth still left within.
The deaf had never heard
Such a beautiful song,
And the blind could finally see
What they dreamt of all along.
Like children they gathered
Side by side, in rows,
The world has forgotten
Of the happiness they know.
As children they gathered
Side by side, in rows,
They opened their eyes to hear
Stories never told.
One by one their mouths
Had formed into a smile,
As my hands had moved about
In that old familiar style.
Many years now are burried
In the wrinkles of their skin,
But the twinkles of pure heart
Will shone youth still left within.
The deaf had never heard
Such a beautiful song,
And the blind could finally see
What they dreamt of all along.
Like children they gathered
Side by side, in rows,
The world has forgotten
Of the happiness they know.
