A Celebration Upon Completion
My grandfather's name was moonBecause his eyes were bright and roundAnd no amount of time or liquor could dull themMy grandmother's name was joyBecause it spilled out of her heartAnd bathed her precious children in its warmthThere was happiness in lifeBeyond the sorrow and the painBut how they ever found it I cannot explainI guess time has a way of making everything all rightIt's just there is not enough of itAnd so we drink and we sing and we celebrate this lieAnd hope that it will lastMorning is here night has passed
And my grandfather was a doctorHe cured the sick with his kind handsAnd he taught me how to sail and how to find dry landAnd my grandmother was all sweetnessAnd when she spoke we all heard bellsAnd they rang in such a way, that we were comfortedAnd they held on to each otherWith all the strength they hadAnd they loved with devotion beyond what I understand
But fear has a way of making sleep unbearableAnd the days seem cold and longBut we cry and we dance and we stumble into loveIn awkward, perfect graceThe moon is gone, and the sun has took its place