"blackout" chapter three
CHAPTER THREE - I'll be doing this one :D It's also a bit modified, because some of the lines are relating to Scottish politics, and no one at my school would understand them, we decided to cut them off.
But you'd remember your granddad.
He was he closest thing that you had to a proper father.
He put you under his wing.
He did everything a dad would do.
He'd hold your hand
He'd walk you down to the shops
He'd play daft little games with you.
But then he got his cancer.
You'd remember that.
So every night you'd go and sit with him.
Play a game of cards
Help him do a jigsaw
Have a cup of tea and look out of the back window.
You'd remember that that was where the boys from your estate used to fight with the boys from the estate down the road.
They'd run at each other with bottles and bricks.
Then it would be poles and baseball bats.
And then it would be knives.
You'd be looking out of the winow going
Is that a little boy with a sword?
Am I really seeing this?
And you and your granddad
You would just sit there and go
What are they fighting for?
Cos your ganddad never went out and started hitting people.
He got his point across with his mouth, not with his hands.
He would just have to talk to you and people would listen to him.
And you'd remember you always wanted to grow up to be just like him.