Well Grandpa, I'll tell you:
Life ain't gonna have perfect directions, I know
It's gonn have typos.
And it'll be messy.
And it'll not make sense sometimes.
And sometimes it might not be there at all -
But through it
I'll fix those mistakes,
And clean the messiness,
And get the confusing cleared,
And sometimes make my own directions,
Where it seems unclear.
So Grandpa don't you worry
Don't you let go... not yet -
For I'm still figuring things out
I'll still need your guidence
And for life ain't gonna have any perfect directions.