More Than Meets the Eye - The Grouch

Somethin in my blood I guess didn’t come from the pools

Never ran with a rulebook on my side or too much pride

To let out how I really felt when it was time to ride

And when it was time to cry me I sat back and wrote a song

And when it’s time to die, I hope that I am half as strong

The lap is long impact is even longer leavin hunger

I wonder if it ever goes away not till next summer

Its all fresh, maybe all a test just like hurdlin

Curdlin my stomach as you plummet to your earth bein

But you will rise again live on the other side

And then provide new friends with joy

Just like you did this baby boy to a man

I seek this land is a learning lot

Not, burning hot hell fire dont touch this spot

Too much I got to give thanks

And even when you pulled from my family bank

Our lives crank you rankin em

Feelin like old worn denim jeans

Faded in the center with some holes in em

And thats the style though, so I smile bro

And as you walked that final mile, I wanted you to know

Life dont live in only bodies

I can see your soul shine bright, probly

Godly beings like this dont die

Dont ask me where they go

Though I just know there’s more than meets the eye

I have memories and imagination

My definition of your character and who you are is great

Damn, and if you never knew I look up to you

Still someday i’ll learn to play

And give it up to you in your language

Key you sang with spontaneity and life

I play with these just like im channelin my god

When handlin things are hard in my release I find peace

Just like ages I knew you spend searchin and finally reach

Times were bad and times were good this time was faith

A time was fate somebody press rewind but wait

There’s no taste, you rolled it away to

For us a little soon for it to be too, late

I always felt connected though a part

Well-respected in your heart

Love and I love you back — the way I do

Thats the way I know and always knew

True, cool and reciprocated, situated and understood

Under the hood I wonder, why do the good go early?

And are the gates really pearly?

Surely this can’t be the end

Someone come on please step in

The sun is settin in the west again

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