Wooden Bird

Look up to see that old little shack on that hill
There sat a family in that little ville
In this house were a dad, mom, and little Will
Will was a young boy who was full of thrill
He would live at his free will
But he would always go to his grandpa when ill
Will lived his life the way he'd want
But after every single stunt
His grandpa was around
And when Will messed up his grandpa would help him rebound
One day his grandpa had a terrible stroke
Before he died this is what he spoke

[chorus]
How many times I held you when you cried
How many times I helped you tie your shoes when untied
All of my laughter, crying, and dreams
Never will leave is how it seems
Thoughts of me will always go on
This old me you used to rely upon
But when my death has occured
The only thing you will have, is the Wooden Bird

These words Will never did understand
Until he turned to see a bird on a stand
It was a wooden bird with a fierce look
Is this his grandpa's so-called source book?
But he did as he was told
And man with this, Will has never fooled
And when asked about it, this is what he told

[chorus]
How many times he held me when I cried
How many times he helped me when my shoes were untied
All of his laughter, crying, and dreams
Never will leave is how it seems
Thoughts of him will always go on
This old man I used to rely on
But ever since his death has occured
The only thing I have, is the Wooden Bird

The day of graduation I look into the crowd
Everyone is down there looking so very proud
In the back of the room sat an object
That had one great deal of effect on the subject

[chorus]
How many times he held me when I cried
How many times he helped me when my shoes were untied
All of his laughter, crying, and dreams
Never will leave is how it seems
Thoughts of him will always go on
This old man I used to rely on
But ever since his death has occured
The only thing I have, is the Wooden Bird

The day I came to my death
I had a son who was named Seth
He came to visit me every single day
He told me it was going to be alright and that he would stay
Then one day I was on my last breath
And finally I had come to my death
But this is the note I left

[chorus]
How many times I held you when you cried
How many times I helped you tie your shoes when untied
All of my laughter, crying, and dreams
Never will leave is how it seems
Thoughts of me will always go on
This old me you used to rely upon
But when my death has occured
The only thing you will have, is the Wooden Bird