As I Look Upon The Ruins

As I look upon the ruins My eyes are filled with tears From memories nestled in my heart Countless and treasured years I stayed away so long you know ‘Cause I knew things weren’t the same It’s too late now – that cannot be changed But no one was to blame I reach inside and close my eyes And remember way back then Oh Grandma, how I wish that I Could see you once again To hold you close, to touch the clothes That only you could wear To press my face into the folds And hold you oh, so near Did your clothes hang on the hangers? Once you had gone away? It seemed to me a sacred place A place I wouldn’t play You made your household money From selling eggs and milk I loved your noisy chickens And the sweet liquid smooth as silk I remember your yellow roses I can smell them even now And even unattended They stayed beautiful somehow And Grandpa how I remember The tractor that you drove To work that fertile soil And the perfect fields you wove I’d climb that home-made ladder When I was just a boy I can smell the sweetness of the hay And still it brings me joy Oh Lord will you please hold my hand And help me through this pain The farmhouse that my family loved Will no longer be again But thank you Lord, for my memories The happiness I knew And put aside the burning hurt And hold me close to you!