He who loves
he who breathes
picking fruit
from his apple trees

he who lives
he who speaks
precious words
that make him weak

he does not laugh
he does not cry
watching the window
from his bed near by

Crippled and corrupt
flushed and pale
but too stubborn and profound
not to fail

Loves his family
loves his daughters
when he sees them
his heart is stronger

And now from heaven
he can see
his granddaughter grow up
with everything she's wanted to be

In her dreams
his spirit flows
he tells her that
she must let him go

And from her dream
she does wake
and knows in her soul
the choice she must make

She kneels beside his grave
at last to say goodbye
then turns around and walks away
doesn't look back, and tries not to cry

But before she leaves the place of him
she can feel him in the air
now she knows she can go through life in confidence
and know he'll always be there

From his heart
for his life
he lives inside me
stife by stife

great thank you

thats great!!