Standing at the front of the church,
Looking out at all the people.
Wishing it was you I am staring at
constantly while I sing.
It isn't you that watches me.
It isn't you that starts to cry.
It isn't you that told me beautiful job after
Bless the Broken Road.
Grandaddy, you never got a chance to watch,
Watch me sing,
or even turn 16.
You missed it all.
But I miss you
even more
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