Song: Passing Tides
My grandpa was a World War II Veteran. He passed away a few years back, and I wrote this song in his memory. He wasn’t a man of many words, but one of the kindest hearts I’ve known. I call this song “Passing Tides”. He liked to take us to the beach at Lake Eerie in Buffalo, and he would go fishing there a lot. The song has a sort of motion to it that reminds me of the gentle waves rolling in. I can almost hear us as kids running along the beach and laughing. RIP, Papa.