The War
There was a war
My pa-pa was in singapore
He was as silent as the seashore
But he forgot there was a door
I never saw him at the candy store
And i didn’t see him at lakeshore
I didn’t see him at the bookstore
And I didn’t see him at my front door
As I stood there and waited at my door
But it was silent, my screen door
I thought maybe he was done for
Why did he have to go to war
I stood there for a long time
And then my eyes started to sore
Until I heard his voice soar
He was standing at my front door
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